I am "that" mom

Oh how I always had my opinions of what I would be like as a mother. My pre-mom ideas of what I would and wouldn't do. As I walked through the grocery store I would make the mental notes..."wow that mom is really mad at her kids, I would never do that in a grocery store." --- "look at that little brat crying over not getting candy, my kids will never do that." --- " oooh that little boy is throwing a temper tantrum, my kids wouldn't do that --- or it would be corrected immediately." ---- You know what I mean....all those snot nosed brats and their incompetent mothers. Well, I can officially say that I AM THAT MOM....

I am THAT mom whose kid is sitting in the middle of the parking lot in the middle of the freaking cold winter throwing a fit. All the while practically dragging him so he doesn't get run over by a car yelling at the older kid to stop and come back to mommy while juggling an infant car seat in the other hand (TODAY)

I am THAT mom with three kids in the next doctors office who's baby is crying and two boys keep banging into the walls.

I am THAT mom who's kids you are dodging in the grocery store because they don't look where they are going.

I am THAT mom who places miscellaneous items at the checkout because I am too busy/lazy/tired to take them all the way back to where they belong. Plus, one of the boys probably dropped it in the basket without me looking.

I am THAT mom who licks her finger and wipes various crumbs and smudges from my children's mouths.

I am THAT mom whose little boy is screaming "no" at the top of his lungs in the grocery store.

I am THAT mom who's kids are crawling in the clothes stands at the department stores knocking down all the shirts/pants/bras/undies and everything else you can imagine....gosh that is sooooo annoying :)

I am THAT mom with a stroller full of kids that make you say "don't you know what birth control is?"

I am THAT mom nursing her baby in public with no blanket, because I forgot one and the child NEEDS TO EAT.

I am THAT mom who's kid has no pants on when you come to the door because he keeps pooping in them.

I am THAT mom who is out and about with a kid who has a big bird shirt ( I swore my kids would never wear character shirts), grey sweats, dissheveled hair and a snotty crusted nose --- because mom is just not dealing with it today.

I am THAT mom who's little boy is crawling under all the stalls in the bathroom while his mom is taking a leak. Peek-a-boo...I surprised you!

Yes my friends....
I am THAT mom.