Maybe, Maybe Not

While looking through my doodle folder last night, I found a few things that I had forgotten about. Aside from there being no money in dorky doodling, that’s kind of like finding a $20 bill in a coat from last winter, bonus!

I was in graph/charts mode a few weeks ago and drew up a bunch of them. I have no idea why I didn’t actually post any — especially since I’ve been short on time and haven’t posted as often as I like — but here we go. And, nope, I’m not gonna post them all at once. I’m gonna save some for a rainy day, which will probably be next week, unless I forget again. (And if y’all see me comment about not being able to think of anything to post or having time to come up with anything, remind me that I have these, okay?)

So, my kids are always asking for something. They want a snack, they want to watch TV, they want to go to Sports Connection tomorrow, they want to go to the park, they want to go buy toys, they want, they want, they want. Like any good parent who wants to delay the whining a straight up “No” will cause, I’ll usually answer, “Maybe,” as long as they aren’t asking for something completely ridiculous. (“Can I eat all the marshmallows out of the Lucky Charms?” Uh, no. Oh wait, you’re going to your grandparents’ house today? Then knock yourself out, because payback is a bitch.)

As most of y’all know, anytime you answer “Maybe,” that means it’s usually not happening. I mean, sure, there’s a slight chance that I’ll hate myself enough the next day to willingly subject myself to the torture that is Chuck E. Cheese, but probably not. And being the procrastinator (and hater of headaches) that I am, I prefer to put off the “Aw man” and “Why not?” whines until later. The next day I can answer “Maybe” again, and we’ll keep that going until they either forget or realize it ain’t happening and stop asking. (Nine times out of ten, it’s usually the former.)

This is probably the part where a couple folks will skip to the end and tell me that they always tell their kids “No” and give an honest explanation or some crap because they’re parenting rock stars. In which case, I’d remind you that my kid gave me a coffee mug that said “(Mostly) Okayest Mom Ever” on it and move along.

Still here? Then here’s the doodle chart I promised.

See? There is a tiny sliver of hope in there.

What would you add to the pie chart? 

I’d like to give a shout out to Candy at GeekMamas.com for including me as a guest poster! Check out the post here.

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Family Vacation

The family and I are headed to Myrtle Beach tomorrow morning. Well, the plan is to head out tomorrow morning, but if I know my slow, disorganized family well at all, then we probably won’t make it out the door until after lunchtime. Drama over how many toys a child is allowed to bring will almost surely happen. If we’re lucky, though, maybe we’ll remember to bring our underwear, bras, and swimsuits. Somehow those things always get left behind and a trip to Target is necessary. Sometimes I think my husband believes I intentionally forget things just so we can stop at Target, but that isn’t the case.

Those of you who read my post about my and my husband’s anniversary trip know that we had a relaxing time at Myrtle Beach a week and a half ago. It was amazing. No “I hate the water!” or “I hate the sand!” or “Hey, I’ve got poops!” to get in the way of relaxation. (Well, no poops that I had to manage, anyway.)

This coming week will be different. Very different. I have no doubt that we’ll have an amazing time and make some wonderful memories, but y’all know how it is with little kids. They’ll try their damnedest to make sure relaxing doesn’t happen and make sure the bags under your eyes pre-vacation are twice as big post-vacation. Mama’s got an umbrella drink? Let’s get sand in it. Daddy’s trying to listen to music for a few minutes? Let’s get sand on him. We’re all nice and clean and ready to go out for a good meal? Let’s get sand coordinate meltdowns of epic proportions so Mom and Dad get to do the walk of shame and haul us out.

Remember this?

Things are definitely gonna change.

Bye bye, relaxation.

Bye bye, voodoo juice bucket (most likely).

Okay, maybe the shade and the beach bag won’t really disappear, but only crossing out one or two things wasn’t as dramatic.

Hello, family vacation.

And hello, judgmental strangers.

Not pictured is the fishing rod and net that Little Man wants to bring. I imagine that he’ll inspire a doodle with those.

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Fun In The Sun

I’ve never been any good at drawing, to the point that I think my family wants to say, “Tell me about this, Mom,” to spare my feelings when I attempt to draw more than a stick figure. Despite this, I recently got an iPad Pro and discovered that I really enjoy doodling on it. It’s fun and relaxing and gives me something else to do beside zoning out to Netflix after the kids go to bed.

“This is adorably bad,” my husband told me when I showed him the doodle I’m sharing below. That’s better than just “bad,” right? And clearly, when he said “adorably bad,” he meant “start a blog and share it with the world.” Or something like that.

At any rate, I’m going with it. Maybe as I keep doodling, I’ll go from “adorably bad” to “not so bad.” We’ll see.

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