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Friday, August 6, 2010

BFF: An Adventure with Three Boys

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This week's BFF is a fellow mom of three boys....though she's about to have her fourth baby...and IT'S A GIRL! I have to say that I'm a little jealous of the girly cuteness that she is about to have in her life. Brandi at My Three Bubs uses her blog to take a light-hearted look at the daily happenings when you are the mom of three boys. Of course, I could instantly relate.

I love anyone who can take those daily mom moments and show the humor in them. She's also such a supportive and kind blog friend. Someone you want to get to know in the blog world. She's sharing what can happen with what you think is a simple errand.


I'm so excited to be Shell's BFF! Excited, honored... yet, strangely nervous. My blog is nothing too serious. Not deep, thought provoking, or insightful (like Shell's). It's mostly fluff ~ a place to reflect on the day-to-day happenings of raising three boys (and soon a little girl too), but in a lighthearted way. It's my happy place. So, when Shell asked me if I'd like to be her BFF, I was like SURE! Yay! And, then, I was like... crap. What the heck am I going to write about? Seriously. Like, laying in bed at night worrying. about. it. Well, I'm just going to to stick with the fluff because it's what I do... sort of make fun of myself and my children (and, of course, my husband) because if I don't laugh, well... that's another blog.


For instance, one night last week, my husband and I came up with a *brilliant* idea. We're a good team like that. It was dinner time, it was hot as heck, and neither of us wanted to cook. Game plan: Divide and Conquer. I would take ALL THREE (well, 4, technically) kids to Hungry Howies (um, I know, I must have had a BRAIN. FART. when I agreed to that), I'd park right in front of the store, and send our 9 and 5 year old in to get the pizzas while I watched from the car with the baby and the baby. While this was going on, the husband would be mowing the front yard. The point being, the kids and I would be back with dinner just as hubby was done with the yard and then we could sit down as a family and eat, relax, etc., etc. Anyhow, that's how everything played out in my mind. What actually happened is an entirely different story.


I got to Hungry Howies and there were NO parking spots directly in front of the pizza place. Welcome to my life. Not even remotely close. So... we waited. We circled the parking lot. And, n.o.t.h.i.n.g. Finally, I was forced to park a mile from the pizza place. Of course, our Hungry Howies is next to Publix, so the parking lot is busy. Too busy to let those two buffoons cross the street by themselves, even though they were begging and pleading with me to let them go. I had to get out. Definitely NOT part of the plan. Damn.


I got out of the car, waited for the older two to get out, and then turned to get the baby. Suddenly, hysterics. What's their problem? What's so funny? There was a red Gummy Saver stuck to my butt. A red Gummy Saver that wasn't coming off because it was all gooey and sticky from being in a smoldering hot car all day. Nice. I proceeded with unbuckling the baby and when I turned around, the two buffoons had their heads and most of their upper bodies IN the sports car parked next to us (the owner left the window down). First of all, I'm shocked. *big eyes* *open mouth* Stunned. My kids know better than to do something like that. My voice cracked and I sort of squawked GET OUT OF THAT A CAR!!! While still in shock over what they had just done, I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach. Ya know, the one that is usually accompanied by the tiny voice... the tiny voice that says this is going to end badly, just go home stupid. I didn't listen.


Once we made it through the parking lot, across the street, and to the sidewalk, I'm asked to wait outside. They still wanted to feel like 'big boys' and pay for the pizza by themselves. Fine. I wasn't really even dressed to get out of the car in the first place (and there's a red Gummy Saver stuck to my arse). Not to mention the fact that the baby was FILTHY and wasn't wearing any shoes (again, the whole getting out of the car thing wasn't part of the plan). I watched as they went in and started chatting up the cashier. It's taking way too long. We called ahead. I went over the proper purchasing pizza procedure with them in the car (more than once). Why can't they just get the freakin' pizzas?! Then, the cashier leans over and hands Bubba a quarter... and then Lil' Bub as well. OH. MY. HELL. They asked the girl for quarters for the gumball machine. I was mortified.


Finally, they came running toward the door, smiling, and waving their gumballs at me. But... something is missing... NO PIZZAS!!! The buffoons didn't get the pizzas! They went in to get the pizzas, but got distracted by the shiny gumball machine. About that time, I started having contractions and began playing out different scenarios in my head. One of which was trying to figure out the logistics of catching the baby that was fixin' to pop out right there in doorway of Hungry Howies, without dropping my filthy, shoeless 17 month old, who I was trying desperately to balance on my right hip.


Well, to make a long story short, the boys got the pizzas, we made it back to the car without birthing a baby in the parking lot, and we drove home. In silence. The scary mom silence. One of them, I don't remember who, dared to speak at some point and I just turned the radio up... the Christian station (because I was really needing God at that moment). Oh wait, it gets better...


When we got home, I pulled up in the driveway to discover the grass had NOT been mowed. Puzzling. Then I caught sight of my hubby strolling out of the neighbor's house, beverage in hand. And... the look on his face when he saw the look on my face? Priceless.

Nothing is ever simple, easy, and quick once you add kids to the mix! Please leave Brandi some comment love here and then go follow My Three Bubs if you don't already!


This blog is now My Four Bubs.

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31 Comments:

Blogger Miss Welcome said...

Oh I bed that husband was in for it. This was a fun story (well, at least some of us were having fun).

August 6, 2010 at 8:14 AM  
Blogger Kelly said...

I'm now a follower!!!!! i love your sense of humor. i agree we need to laugh as parents or we would lose our minds.

Shell thanks for sharing a new blog with us, good pick.

August 6, 2010 at 8:19 AM  
Blogger Casey said...

Thank you for this feature. I love finding new blogs!

August 6, 2010 at 8:34 AM  
Blogger Ian said...

People in the comment section - if you don't go over and READ and follow Brandi then bad things will happen. Global catastrophes of epic proportions.

She's that damn good.

Ask her husband.

August 6, 2010 at 8:45 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

Love Brandi and her blog!

LOL at this story. I can only imagine that priceless look. ;-)

August 6, 2010 at 8:50 AM  
Blogger Jessica said...

Wow! I haven't laughed that much since listening to Glen Beck a few days ago. Thanks for sharing your stressful trip with us Brandi. I totally have done the same "don't plan on getting out of the car" kind of trip and then regretted it.

August 6, 2010 at 9:05 AM  
Blogger Oka said...

This is so a page out of my life book. One kid was simple, but once we went to two nothing was simple again. It just goes 100 fold with each kid after.

August 6, 2010 at 9:53 AM  
Blogger Florida Girl Meets the Midwest said...

Hi Shell. I have an award for you on my blog.

August 6, 2010 at 9:53 AM  
Blogger Christy said...

hahaha, freaking awesome story Brandi!!!! Thanks for featuring Shell!

August 6, 2010 at 10:21 AM  
Blogger Lana said...

I'm sorry but this is hysterical, as I am sure you know in hind sight (so sorry AGAIN about that pun!). I only have two girls, but I totally understand the frustration and fascination with the gumball machine!

August 6, 2010 at 10:26 AM  
Blogger The Professional Family Manager said...

Ah, the "scary mom silence!" Yup, that's happened in the car, in the store, in the house...fifteen years of parenting has given opportunity to many "scary mom silences" in our lives. It's even more effective than "the mom look," which has also been employed around here more than once.

If we moms couldn't laugh at how absurd our lives frequently can be, I'd think we'd all be locked up by the time our kids are five, lol!

August 6, 2010 at 11:14 AM  
Blogger Natalie said...

I've caught my hubby with the same look on his face!

Love your story...but makes me nervous because I can see what I have to (not) look forward to when the kids get older!

August 6, 2010 at 1:08 PM  
Blogger 3LittleMonkeys said...

HAHAHA...what a great ending! Oh DH's....gotta love 'em. I look forward to reading more of your blog! I also have 3 boys, but stopped there for fear of having a 4th!

August 6, 2010 at 5:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

Can't Wait to go meet her =) being a boy mom is awesome

August 6, 2010 at 5:02 PM  
Blogger Together We Save said...

Great story... nice to meet you!

August 6, 2010 at 5:02 PM  
Blogger ModernMom said...

LOL I'm sorry but I could just see this playing out. Off to give her some comment love:)

August 6, 2010 at 5:20 PM  
Blogger Melinda said...

I can so relate to those kind of "mom incidents." The scenarios are different now that my kids are older, but keep me humble nonetheless! ;0)

Going over to visit her!

August 6, 2010 at 5:28 PM  
Blogger purseblogger said...

I love Brandee and this story is so funny! I too can only imagine the look on her hubby's face. Wish I could've been there. LOL

August 6, 2010 at 5:33 PM  
Blogger Daddy Bub said...

I wasn't really that scared. Although, I was at a slow Jog when I saw you pulling up the drive. DB

August 6, 2010 at 6:35 PM  
Blogger Mrsblogalot said...

Three boys and one girl on the way?...Have you picked out your crown yet? (-:

August 6, 2010 at 7:30 PM  
Blogger Joey @ Big Teeth and Clouds said...

That is one great story. Of course I say this because I didn't live it.

Red gummy saver - that's awesome and you know, horrible.

August 6, 2010 at 7:46 PM  
Blogger An Imperfect Momma said...

Bahahahahahahahahaha! I thought that type of crap only happened to me! Definitely following you now!

August 6, 2010 at 9:20 PM  
Blogger Mellodee said...

Shell,

Please stop doing this meme at once! I have no more time left to read any more of these delightful blogs you find. I spend practically all day on the computer as it is. I'm following so many blogs that I have trouble remembering which is which!

But I signed up for Brandi's blog anyway....because I have NO will power.... absolutely none at all and she is a very funny lady.

Thanks a lump! :)

(I tried to leave her a comment, but couldn't get it to work! Frustrating!)

August 6, 2010 at 9:37 PM  
Blogger Marie said...

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August 6, 2010 at 10:05 PM  
Blogger Marie said...

I love this post. Very happy to meet another blogger. Heading over to her blog now. Thanks for doing this feature.

Thanks,

Marie

The Things We Find Inside

August 6, 2010 at 10:06 PM  
Blogger Babes Mami said...

Love it!

August 6, 2010 at 10:07 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

I like that you refer to your kids as "the buffoons."

Is that wrong?

I don't care. I like it.

August 6, 2010 at 10:48 PM  
Blogger Rachel said...

We love Brandi!!! I found her while she was mid-trip with THREE BOYS all by her lonesome! I was shocked and decided that any woman who could handle 3 boys on a roadtrip was a superhero that I had to know :)

This story is awesome... only because you totally expect some kind of collateral damage at some point, LOL. Brandi - you make the whole thing blogworth and laughable - though I am really and truly sorry!

Which kid ate the red candy?

August 8, 2010 at 12:49 PM  
Blogger Tina said...

Oh Brandi, I'm so glad I am finally home so I could read this. Too funny, but it sounds just like your real life!! :)

August 8, 2010 at 4:40 PM  
Blogger The Drama Mama said...

YOu know the most awesomest people, Shell. I'm running over to her blog now.

Brandi, your post is just fantastic. Not because of what happened to you, but because of how you talk about it. THanks for being Shell's BFF and sharing your story.

August 9, 2010 at 1:38 AM  
Blogger Kari said...

Oh honey (Brandi, that is), that was great! You must repost on your blog. I laugh at your life, only because my life is just as hilarious - in a not real funny way! Glad to see you in the spotlight twin!!!

August 9, 2010 at 4:56 PM  

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