I'm not trying to pass the blame, but I'm pretty sure that Ke$ha is to blame for my meanest mom action yet. You see, it happened before Christmas. Chad and I had a date night-- we had a yummy steak dinner then headed over to Target to Christmas shop for the boys. I had made a list before we went- and we did great- we stuck to the list and managed to find almost everything we wanted to get them. In normal pregnant girl fashion, I had to stop by the restroom before we could check out. I left Chad towards the front of the store with the buggy. When I came back, he was on the craft aisle looking for an art kit for Gabe. We didn't find what we were looking for- but right at the end of the aisle we super cute dancing animals that sang while they grooved. I was just positive that Max needed one! I threw one in the cart, and we made our purchases and headed home.
Fast forward a couple weeks, and it's Christmas Day. Max unwraps his dancing monkey and him and Gabe both L-O-V-E it! They press the button repetitively and dance around our living room. And they keep pressing the button, and keep dancing around the living room. Again. And again, and again. Until my pregnant, hormonal, mean nerves are SHOT! So when they weren't looking, I carried it to the car and hid it. That worked well until Max discovered it in the car, and insisted on holding it-- all the while pressing the button repetitively. I couldn't take it. I just couldn't take it.
And here in lies the worst parenting move yet-- I took the darn thing back to Target. That's right. I gave the kid a toy and took it back, purely from selfish motives. I just couldn't take Ke$ha and that dumb song over and over and over.
Look at this happy child with his dancing monkey... and yes, I stole that happiness from him.
So I'm a bad mom-- judge me-- just don't tell Max, he still thinks I'm the best thing, ever!