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"That mom"

Yep, today I discovered that I am indeed "that mom". You know the one you never want to be. The one other moms judge because you just aren't like them.

I knew I'd never be a PTA-leading, cookie-baking, apron-wearing kinda mom. Just not my style. It shocks people that I feel overwhelmed by and uninterested in Pinterest. Crazy, I know!

But as I picked Paisley up from her 1st day of mother's day out for the fall, I realized that all of the other kids carry really adorable backpacks with their names embroidered on them.

My child carried this "fancy" black bag with her name taped to the strap. How sad. I am on a hunt to buy her a cute bag tonight. Or else she will be the kid they feel sorry for. And I also sent her a Lunchable to eat. I bet the other moms sent homemade delicacies with extra love mixed in...

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  1. This post made me laugh. I feel overwhelmed my Pinterest too- I used to be super crafty, but after having a kid, I just have no time or energy. You could just get P's name embroidered on the black bag- that would be cute!

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  2. hahaha I feel you! Luckily what matters in life isn't a perfect backpack. ;)

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  3. i love you! i remember when you posted about how you didn't read parenting books too. keepin it real! i can tell we'd be real-life friends. i sent my son to the babysitters for the first time this week and his clothes and diapers were in a PAPER GROCERY BAG with his name written in sharpie. yeah. embroider that. ha. the lady should consider herself lucky i put pants on the kid. :) forget about crafts, smiley pancakes, and all other things domestic at our house. we are better with tools and tractors. and it isn't a parenting sin to still be using the free similac diaper bag 25 months later is it?

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  4. I think you are doing great! You just had baby #2!! It's amazing you even remembered the bag! I give you kudos!!

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  5. LOL! That's too funny! Paisley is WELL loved, that's all that matters. But, yeah, I'd probably be shopping for a bag too, lol!

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  6. LOL!!! I love you. hahaha. Should teach Paisley to say when another kid asks her where she got her bag to say "At the Awesome store." And when they ask "What did your mom pack you for lunch?" she should say "Awesome-ness." :) You are a great mom...and love isnt measured in sandwiches made into faces or LL Bean Backpacks :)ps-lunchables are so good! I miss those things.

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  7. I love it! You give her lover rather than fancy lunches. That's what matters.

    I have found I go all Pinteresty on big stuff (like her first birthday party) but not on the day to day.

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  8. you really do crack me up!! I do have a suggestion for the backpack problem, if you want it. Go to Showplace Market in Moore, off of 19th street and Broadway. There's a place in there called Name Droppers. They have some really really cute little back packs and they actually embroider. And for the record, Pinterest is a time waster and makes me feel guilty for not being Mrs. Cleaver, so I'm not shocked by your disinterest, I'm actually inspired by it. And I'm certain other little ones had a lunchable too!

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