Good morning and Happy Monday to all my Mom Sexy ladies out there! I cannot thank you enough for all of the wonderful comments that you left me on Friday’s post. You have convinced me even more that I need to start a movement to Bring Mom Sexy Back!
Thanks to some inspiration from my bloggy sis, Shell, at Things I Can’t Say, there is going to be a new monthly “Mom Sexy” feature at The Mommyologist. Be sure to come back on Thursday for all of the details…it’s gonna be so much fun!
For the past week or so, I’ve been feeling like a million bucks. In fact, I’ve been on sort of a “sexy high horse” since starting a 14-day cleanse, discovering my new found Zumba addiction, and from hearing all of the uplifting words of encouragement from my fellow blog buddies. I’m so into this whole “Mom Sexy” thing that I’ve even found myself shaking my ass while loading the dishwasher. It’s like I’m finding my inner 21 year old or something like that. And I’m LOVING it. But that doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten the fact that I am a MOM.
Yesterday, the hubster and I took our son to a birthday party at The Little Gym, which is one of those gymnastics places just for kiddos. The party was for my good friend Kim’s little boy who was turning three. His two-year old birthday party was also held at the same place last year, but I have pretty much put that particular party out of my mind because the memories of what went down that day are still a little too fresh.
You see, we had to leave within the first half hour of that party because my son was extremely constipated and had a ginormous turd that he just couldn’t seem to pass. It was horrible. He was screaming, and that log was stuck in his little bum like a cork, and once we finally got home it took him about 30 minutes to squeeze it out. And then he laid in my arms for the rest of the afternoon because he was so traumatized. And honestly, I was pretty traumatized too.
I wasn’t sure how much of the rock hard turd incident my son actually remembered. Why in the hell do I underestimate him? The kid has a complete and total photographic memory.
We walked into the party yesterday and my friend Kim was there to greet us, and my son looked right at her and immediately went into a recount of the whole poop saga. We all had a good laugh, and I was just glad that he’d gotten it out of his system and hopefully wouldn’t mention the dreaded incident again.
I followed my son into the gym, and they were sitting all the kids down for circle time. I went and joined the circle with him, and they started going around the room to have each child introduce themselves. It got pretty quiet, and before the first kid could tell everyone his name, my little guy spoke up and said:
“This is the place where I had a really big stuck poop last year!”
And that calls for a…..
There’s nothing like your kid announcing to a room full of strangers that he had a big stuck poop in his bum to remind you of your place in the grand scheme of things.
But I just smiled and laughed it right off. And it reminded me that I may be a Mom, but being able to find the humor in poop and still shake my booty like a 20 year old makes me Mom Sexy.
Can’t wait to share my newest feature with all of you on Thursday!