Mommy Moment Monday-Momma ain't no Rolex anymore!

You know we all have them. That beautiful moment that makes you realize you are a mom, the moment that something you swore you would never say comes out of your mouth, those moments you couldn't even make up if you tried? Well, let's share shall we? Those moments in which we are pulling our hair out, trying not to cry, laugh, or scream. Moments we think we would never see, and moments we think we will never laugh at? Let it out ladies!

Awww, look how happy I am!






I love love love my wedding ring. Five years later I still stare at it as I am typing because it is so very pretty. Which, really, is funny. Kind of. When we first talked about getting engaged, we chose the ring together. I love my pretty little ring, the teeny defect and all....and then hubby chose the wedding band, and took me to the store to see if I could tell which one he picked. I actually chose the same one, but I didn't realize it was so big at first....Here it is minus engagement ring.....

Since it was bigger than expected, we only had them sauter two together. Here we are freshly wed, with just the engagement ring and one side of the band.

And here are all three together during our last dance.

Like any of you would expect, I now LOVE LOVE LOVE all three together and have since sautered them all together. Who gives a silly pickle you ask? Well, this is where my mommy moment comes in. It was not only my feet that got too big. Apparently it is quite common for hands to do this as well my according to my Dr. who lied to me to make me feel better. In addition to this, TWO Christmas' ago, hubby bought me a beautiful beautiful ring I can't wear because now it is INCREDIBLY too small so I have worn it like once. Painfully. And my mothers love ring is also too small. So, my mommy moment was a trip to the mall....to get all of this taken care of. (Yeah, and BTW, resizing rings is BEYOND ridiculously expensive-the three sautered rings had to be taken apart -cha-ching$-, all three sized up separately -cha-ching$$$, and then put back together -cha-ching$)

Of course of course of course I ridiculously choose a Saturday. At lunchtime. Ugh. After the necessary stop offs and dropping off of rings (and having my son tell the lady that we had to do so because now I was a fattie-yes, apparently he does listen when I gripe to daddy this in and of itself could have been the mommy moment) and being told that the watch place did not service THAT LEVEL of watch (my gift to my husband on our first anniversary was an engraved watch that now needs a new spring or something and I wanted to fix it for our five year), they only service things like Rolex's-(seriously? are are called fast-fix in the corner of a mall. SO sorry I smelled up your store with my cheap watch.), we head to the extremely crowded food court. I am pushing my double stroller, feeling self-conscious about not having a wedding band on, even more self-conscious around all those young girls and HOT moms, and and remembering that I used to eat at that Panda Express all the time when I worked at Victoria's Secret. Yes, at one point I looked hot enough to work there AND wear them proudly. I quickly get my food and hold the TWO plates on on-top of each other as I finagle the stroller around the food court, past the giggling hot girls. The second I looked at them and wondered if they were wearing shorts I became old. I became an old haggard mom struggling to push her kids through the mall, pretending to not see that baby girl was whacking Little man with her new piggy the jewelry store gave her. THANKFULLY, a nice grandma saw me and told me they were leaving. Uncomfortable moment as her daughter, about to pop from pregnancy herself, looked at me with daggers. I don't know why. I nicely shared my table with a mom and her daughter as my kids sat in the stroller and ate food of my plate like I never feed them. Baby girl constantly wiped her hands on my clean jeans, little man threw the fork on the floor. Both of them handed me half-chewed food their delicate palates deemed not-worthy. And the sympathetic mom looked at my ringless hand numerous times.

Done, I shoved the food in the trash and braved the wind and the cold, running fast so the kids squealed with delight. I put them in the car and began to fold up the double stroller. I tried throwing the cupholder in the car, only to have the wind catch in and drop it on the ground. Finally, finally closing the hatch, I had to admit defeat and let out a big sigh of relief as I hear some nice man yelling to me "and they say those things are no hassle? Must be a man without children!" Thank God for that man. He managed to get a laugh out of this mommy that now had to go home and clean the jeans that are twice the size of what she used to wear.