Sometimes, It's Me

In a moment of being a nice mom (and having a rare one-sporting event night), I followed through with a promise (made to stop Seamus from begging) to take the boys to the town beach last Thursday.



I let them swim and get sandy for about 45 minutes, then ferried them straight home for a bath before dinner. In a second moment of being a nice mom, I actually checked on them in the tub to ensure no one was being drowned by a brother. This is when I discovered muddy footprints all over the bathroom floor. There was no third moment of being a nice mom. Instead, I went into back into my comfort zone: crazy yelling mom mode. Lecturing about how many times I've told them to take off their shoes before coming into the house. That when Aidan sheepishly broke into my tirade.

"Um, mommy? I think it's your flip flops making the mess."

Damnit. I hate it when they notice that I'm not perfect.