Nobody Ever Expects a Bat Attack!

I'm truly not one to brag on myself. But I have to say, I'm feeling pretty good. I had a really nasty tummy bug the other day and lost a few pounds. And yesterday I had my hair done (got some sassy highlights, too!) which always makes me happy. So today I woke up and was inspired to put on makeup AND a bra - and it's not even my anniversary!

My husband and I had fun with the kids today and ended things up with a wienie roast in the backyard. I loved it and was feeling great. Until Thing One - my first born - said, "Ugh, Mommy. You have a Bat. In the Cave. Gross. It's really big."

In case you are unfamiliar with our vernacular, a "bat in the cave" means that you have a booger that is technically in your nose but is visible to anyone within 500 feet.

I've never been known for my huge ego. And it has been suggested to me that I could possibly suffer from Low Self Esteem. But I never thought I'd see the day when an 8 year old suggesting that I have a mammal in my nose (when in fact I do NOT have a mammal in my nose) could make me feel SO low SO fast.

The worst part came when I looked into the mirror and confirmed, for the record, that I did indeed have a ginormous bat in the cave. So I did the only thing I could. I blew my nose and reapplied my lip gloss. And then I went in search of a third glass of wine. :)

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Comments

Mom said…

OMG I was howling when I read your post Too funny nothing like your child to tell it like it is. My 5 year old said to me at Costco this weekend "mommy your spending to much " I still swear her father told her to say that but he says he had nothing to do with it.

Love the blog keep it coming!

12:16 PM

Bex said…

At least it's hard to get a big ego when you have little ones chronically debating your shortcomings. We went on a family trip to the zoo Sunday and I felt like the kids were looking at me suspiciously as we strolled passed the Orangatans. Like they had found my long lost twin or something.

I remember, back when I used to nurse the little guy, the girls would walk into my bathroom when I was showering and just STARE. I felt like an exhibit at the zoo.

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