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I am Supermom! Or at least Supermom's wimpy, out-of-shape sidekick with an opinion on everything from noisy obnoxious trucks to finding a bra that doesn't lead to that dastardly bra fat. Hang around to find out what my next rant or even an accidental insight into life will be!

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Very Brave


The Nobel Peace Prize, the Congressional Medal of Honor, the Purple Heart.  What do these three illustrious awards have in common?  Well, if you answered that they all reward people for brave and important work, you’d be correct.  I, however, feel that these awards leave out some of the bravest and most courageous of all people.  Who?  To get your answer look around you the next time you go shopping.  Take notice of the man (who looks as if he just got off the tractor) loitering outside the women’s dressing rooms.  For further reconnaissance, look for the wife’s pink, froo-frooey, knock off Gucci bag hanging unceremoniously from his hairy forearm.  If you’re still in doubt and getting ready to dig your mace out from the bottom of your own knock-off designer purse, look for the look of absolute pain and hopelessness sketched on the man’s face.  This, my dear readers, is proof that you are not going to be attacked in your dressing room as you’re trying to wrestle yourself out of tricky dress that looked immensely better on the mannequin.  You are simply a witness to the biggest act of bravery and courage known to man.  “The Man Shopping With His Woman”.
My husband, bless his heart, is such a man.  He often holds my knock-off purse with pride just on the off chance that those jeans I’m trying on will make my butt pop just right.  He’s a man…he’s easily pleased…what can I say.  The men I’m talking about are the poor suckers who believed their female significant other’s lie for the millionth time.  “Dear, I’m just going to be a minute.  I just want to try on one thing.”  One thing escalates into forty different outfits plus accessories.  Just watch this poor man next time.  With every outfit discarded because of pesky issues only the woman can see, you will see his face fall deeper and deeper into the abyss of man boredom.  Refrain from judging the man.  All he wants to do is go to Scheel’s to look at tents, sleeping bags and guns.
So how do we reward such chivalrous behavior?  A quick trip to the mall food court usually suffices to stem the manly whining, but I’m thinking something bigger.  A shiny trophy to place next to the picture of relationship bliss would be even better.  So, ladies, the next time you go shopping with your man, remember he is just a man.  You don’t have to get him a medal or trophy, simply reward his presence with holding your own purse.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Let Me Explain


I’m thinking to myself, why are they staring at us?  Then I realize why.  The 4 year old adorable angel I call “the oldest” looks like an after picture from a UFC fight (“the oldest” fell while trying to get himself into his car seat.  He broke his fall with his face.)  Then my mind starts racing.  Does she think I did it?  Maybe she thinks his brother did it.  If only “the youngest” would hit his brother so it takes the chastising looks away from me.  In my head I would be able to say, “See that little guy did it, not me.”  I know what it is: these people have no kids, and besides in the aisle of a store, they have had no exposure to a child.  I assume most parents understand kids spend the first 12-35 years of their lives with some sort of perpetual injury.  

Why do we as parents feel the need to explain everything our kids do?  Phrases like, “he’s never done that before”, “I’m sorry, he’s tired” and “damn it, I didn’t know he could throw that far” are examples of things we say in an attempt to justify the behavior of a no attention span, throttle on the rabbit, 35 pound bundle of curiosity who always falls head first named                            .  As parents, my wife and I find ourselves googling the admissions requirements for military boarding schools.  Did you know that there are none that accept 2 year olds?  I see an opening in the market!  The good thing is these times are fleeting.  The 2 year old who annoyed me 2 years ago is going to pre-school this fall.  He’s big enough to get himself into his own car seat (sometimes). And he has started taking pre-tests to prepare for his driving exam.  The point I’m trying to make is loosen up.  Kids are kids.  If you have a kid that won’t stop running around and throwing things while screaming take a moment before you punish them to be thankful for having a child who can do these things!  

One last thing, if you were in the Menards parking lot today around 11:30, that was not a kid being kidnapped.  “The youngest” likes Menards and doesn’t like to leave. 

Chad Berg, “guest” blogger

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