A Day In The Life: Not Blessed Mama Edition

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Not too long ago, I saw my pal Razing Mayhem say that she was going to participate in a photo challenge- and I'm way too lazy to go back and look at what it was or who started it, but it was something along the lines of taking a picture every hour for one day.

I know that you, my loyal reader, must be very fascinated by Not Blessed Mama's rock-star lifestyle. I know you're just wondering every day- what's N.B.M. doing? Where is she today? What's she wearing, who's she with? I am here to answer your burning questions, my dears. Because I love you, and that's what I do. Here is a day in the life of the Not Blessed family. (Okay, all these pics were not taken exactly one hour apart- I'm not a robot. But I tried.)

9 a.m.

Since we co-sleep, I am awakened each morning with a loving smile. I then roll over and tell that loving smile that I am still tired, and to leave me alone.

10 a.m.

I always make sure my kids start the day with a nutritious breakfast, like an ice cream sandwich. You think I'm kidding.

11 a.m.

We're playing with these kid's meal toys from Sonic. Tot-dinosaurs. What crackhead designed these?

12 p.m.

Come to mama, delicious caffeinated beverage. You have no idea how much I enjoyed this. (Or how I'm still wide awake at 2 a.m.- thanks, caffeine.)

1 p.m.

Homeschooling- my kids love workbooks so much, they eat them up! Like, literally gnawing!

                                          

2 p.m.

Enjoying the internet. There's my Facebook page, my Words With Friends (username notblessedmama), and a Twitter conversation I greatly enjoyed.  Genie In a Blog called Dr. Pepper "DP"- much to my shock and delight. An interesting conversation ensued, which ended with Dr. Pepper following me, which made me self conscious about the DP jokes.

3 p.m.
Play-Doh kitties. Don't judge the messy hair and dirty fingernails, she didn't go anywhere.

4 p.m.
Snuggle time. I suppose you can tell who is the mama's boy in this house.

5 p.m.
What he would do all day and all night (every day), if I let him.

6 p.m.
 Pancakes for dinner- you didn't exactly catch me on a proud food day.

7 p.m.
Putting my feet up, playing Words With Friends.

8 p.m.
 Rewarding myself with my Subway card from Klout Perks. Spawn#3 insisted on wearing red white and blue swim trunks, an orange shirt with some peyote inspired desert scene, and a plastic bag as an Adventure Time backpack. The writing on his arm is a watch.

9 p.m.
What's on my table: markers, drawings, popcorn and a cat.

10 p.m.
Yeah, my kids sleep until 9 in the morning- but that means this is what they look like at 10 at night.

11 p.m.
Cleaning the guinea pig cage at 11- because what else would I be doing? Sleeping?

12 a.m.
 Got up after the kids went to sleep to do the dishes- decided to stick my head in the oven instead.

1 a.m.

 Me bloggin' it up for you, and loving my 2nd best friend (everyone knows my iPhone holds they key to my heart).

2-4 a.m.

No photos- Instagram quit exporting my pictures, and then Blogger quit letting me insert said pictures where I desired. It was not pretty.

And that's it! An exciting peek into the life of Not Blessed Mama. Hope you enjoyed it!









Having No Shame

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As you may have read, the Not Blessed Family has been under the weather lately. The other night N.B.Daddy begged in a pathetic voice for some soda- it was the only thing that would help his sore throat, he explained in an extremely whiny, pathetic voice. So the Spawn and I loaded up in the car and ran over to the drugstore. I didn't mind actually- we have all been stuck at home lately and it sounded a little fun to escape the sick house. 
Unfortunately, it seems that our cabin fever made us forget what it was like to be in the outside world. The Spawn went nuts in the store- "Look, candy, can we get a candy!" "Mom can we look at toys?" "Look, it's Fushigi Mom, can I have Fushigi for Christmas? Or my birthday, which comes first?" "Mom can we look at toys? Mom look it's Halloween, look at the Halloween candy!" After about 10,000 questions my resolve started to weaken and my vision started to blur. Okay, okay, okay- get a candy, look at toys. Okay- I give up, and you win. I figured we all deserved a little treat for having such a tough week anyway.
As we walked up to the register, I took a gander at my cart.... and I started to get a little embarrassed. Soda, gummy bears, a huge chocolate bar, rubber duckies and gummy eyeballs. A little plastic toy. Junk, junk, junk and more junk. As I put our items up on the counter I got more sheepish- what kind of person drags her raggedy, sniffley, crazy kids into the drugstore late at night just to buy garbage? The only way it could have gotten any better would have been if someone had puked on the floor. But I held my head high as I swiped my card. I reminded myself I had no reason to be ashamed. Who cares if my kids and I have been wearing the same clothes for 3 days? Who cares if I have boogers on my shoulder and buy Pepsi at 9 p.m.? No one does! Shame needs to go out the window when you are a parent. I mean, really- if you are brave enough to push a baby out on a table in a room full of strangers while your lady bits are flyin' in the breeze, you can do anything. 
We took our junk food and prizes home and enjoyed the rest of our evening greatly. And shame free. 


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