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In an effort to launch something in a very short timeframe, after three months of coding in off hours for stints of a few minutes at a time, I used a framework to get *something* out. This is not code I would use for a client. Ever.
In fact, if you could see my face right now, you'd realize this is a little more than painful.
But, as sometimes has to happen with personal projects, the non-paying personal site takes a backseat to quality and gets dressed in handmedown code. Thanks to VMcore for the free ride here.
Aaaw. I love those moments! (Waddling included *wink*)
So this means I can send you in when my girls are whining for “Mommy?”
Oh stop, stop right now. I am tearing up and I have no raging hormones to blame them on.
Awww how sweet is that???
I can’t wait until I’m The Mommy. Or at least until Evie can actually say “mommy” instead of “Ma! Ma! Ma!” and she only does that when she’s mad at me over something. Ahhhh, nothing better than an angry toddler calling your name…
Congrats on being the Mommy! It must feel awesome!
Enjoy it now!
I’m always The Mommy with Anya but only rarely with Lily. Those moments are awesome.
Awww, how sweet. Isn’t it nice to be THE one, the only one they want sometimes? Lately I’ve went to get her up and she tells me “No! Daddy!” which is fine when he’s here, and much harder when he’s not, of course. I know though that there are plenty of times when only I will do. Sadly, lately it always seems to be when I’m feeding the baby.
I cannot WAIT for these moments in my life. Being “The Mommy” will surely make all the sleepless nights and frustration melt away (at least a little bit).
There are wonderful magical times when it really feels wonderful doesn’t it?
Yay! There’s no substitute for The Mommy!!! You’re her one and only…
Um. Yea. It’s great, y’all. And I was all warm and fuzzy thinking happy mommy thoughts rubbing my belly when I went to bed. And then two hours later, “I WANT MOMMY!” and again two hours later, “I WANT MOMMY!” and again an hour after that…
Mommy wants sleep. It was wonderful at 8pm. Not so much at 4AM when Mr. Flinger rolls over and says, “Uh, you ‘de mommy.”
OH well. This is a job full of both ups and downs. Just no sick or vacation pay.
Yeah…it’s amazing how those teensy tiny ever-so-fleeting moments of pure beauty can carry us through all the absolute shite that the rest of motherhood flings at us at 3am.
It is nice to be wanted… sometimes! like you say, alot nicer at 8pm than at 4am!
that’s so sweet
awesome post Les! I would be crying if my own daughters were not currently making me insane. Maybe later.
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