My apologies to those who follow on Facebook…
But some things just have to be said more than once.
Like that whole story about how I’m not a perfect mom… A mom that does NOT strive to win the gourmet-cook-of-the-year award. It is TRUE. FOR REAL.
So… this week, I recount a few of my best BE REAL moments:
I washed – and then dried – a flipflop in the wash today. (At least it wasn’t in the dishwasher.) I guess some people check the pockets for random stuff before washing. I don’t even check the pile of laundry for random stuff before washing. And I didn’t even notice it when I transferred the load from the washer to the dryer. Hello?
Speaking of the wash, isn’t this frightening?
Mt. Laundry looms above the washer… and dryer… and a long table beyond that. But check it out. I folded a sheet AND a towel this past week. Cool, huh?
And the only thing that is in the Mt. Washmore pile is a pair of socks. Yes!!! I get to take the rest of the week off!
I’ve been instructed that my superstar children need to be better prepared for their presentations. (As in, two of them are just too long-winded. Instead of three minutes, Stephen needs more like… 60. They come by that trait naturally, by the way.)
Speaking of my wonderful boys, I still laugh about the time when I was at Geodrawing Camp and another mom (a reader of this blog who had finally met me in “real life”) observed the precious behavior of the youngest of my angelic children. (I *think* he might have been wailing at the top of his lungs as I dropped him off at camp.) Delightfully witnessing the event, she hollered across the building, “Hey, that couldn’t be Brandy Ferrell’s son, could it?” (Seriously, I never claimed to have perfect children. Right? By the way, they inherited that trait from me, too. And I know I use parentheses too much.)
And ahhh…. that awkward moment when you’re sitting in the language arts tutorial, the tutor “interrogates” your child about last night’s dinner (to demonstrate what the “interrogative” purpose is), and he finally admits, “My mom just could NOT get it together last night. We had cereal for supper.”
Have I ever mentioned that I had to withdraw out of Home Economics back in high school? I just couldn’t handle it. I took a technology/mechanics class and built little wooden cars instead…
Praise God that I have boys!
(…and that my future daughters-in-law will feel no competition or criticism coming from me. In fact, I’m already praying for them. Please, Lord, do NOT let them drop out of Home Economics…)