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The steps leading onto the towering yellow bus seemed huge compared to my twelve-year-old body. I stretched to take one stair at a time and was nervous to find a seat with a friend. I could feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach and wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or the anxiety of the unknown.

The voices of my peers spilled out of the windows as we made our way down the highway, trading lunches, seat hopping, and eagerly anticipating our arrival at the Science Centre.

My stomach turned somersaults.

Outside the rain created puddles, perfect for jumping in, and the line up to get off of the bus lagged while my classmates took their time splashing around, ignoring the huge buildings looming overhead and the big city we had just arrived in.

I needed to get off of the bus.

The butterflies flew up from the bottom of my stomach and reached for my throat, and as they lunged forward so did I. Pushing my peers to the side I sprang for the stairs to fresh air but it was too late, the excitement, anxiety, and butterflies inside wanted out!

With my body now out of my control I threw up in front of all of my classmates.

I felt one of my friends mothers take my shoulders, brush my hair back, and lead me to a bathroom. She played the role of my mother all day, while her child participated in the activities and I couldn’t leave the bathroom.

The ride home was a blur.

Exhausted, pale, and embarrassed I closed my eyes and prayed that we arrived back at the school quickly. I missed my mother madly and wanted to go to bed.

I wanted to escape the sounds of my squealing friends, the stories of fun, and everything I missed.

I felt cheated.

And I haven’t been back to the Science Centre ever since.

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Say What? VOTE!!

On Monday I promised you great things!

I wrote about the things I regularly say to my daughter. Things I never thought would come out of my mouth.

And because I like to be joined in my motherhood insanity I asked you what you regularly say to your children that makes you stop and say, “hey, wait! Do other mothers tell their child to stop wiping snot on the cat, or is it just me?”

Well sister! It’s not just you!

As promised we’re voting today, hurray! In the comment section let me know who you think said the funniest line and they will WIN! Not only will they get their blog button up on MY blog for two weeks but they will win a pretty awesome Estro-Tote from the One and Only Lady Estrogen of Adventures in Estrogen!

This tote is 100% cotton, has tones of room, is machine washable and demands attention!

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And guess what? You can be from Canada or the States OR ANYWHERE!!!...mmmmkkk! Canadians rock like that!

Now go! Vote!

Yasmin @ alittlelessfluff
“Take that blanket out of your mouth! it is not a chew toy”
“Take the paper out of your mouth! Find something else!”
“Please don’t chew your dummy!”
“Stop undressing yourself, its cold”
“Will you just keep your socks and shoes on for one second!”
“Stop asking for food, you ate like half an hour ago and you just had a snack! How much more can you eat?”
“No, mommy doesn’t want to make a rocket, house, gun etc. again. 10 times is enough!”
“Don’t you tell me no!”

karynclimans
“I’m not a maid service.”
“I’m not running a restaurant.”
“I just went grocery shopping so I don’t believe you when you say there’s nothing to eat.”

Ali
“Oh my gosh. I know. Last week I said “Justin put your penis away and eat your pizza.”

Kimberly
“How many of those columbine seeds did you eat?” (poisonous)

Amy
“You only touch your vagina in the bathroom or your room, please.”

mamamash
“Do not drag the dog around by his penis.”

FranceRants
“How does it feel to want?” (older kids)

Alison@Mama Wants This
“Drop the potty, young man!”
“Stop turning the A/C on and off please.”
” Don’t open that drawer!”
” Watch your head/ fingers/ toes!”
“Stop pulling on the toilet paper.”
“Don’t put the toilet paper in the toilet!”
” Don’t try to flush that toilet, it’d get blocked!”
“What’s that in your mouth?”
“Why are you pouring water on your books?”
“Why are you stuffing my money into your father’s boots?”
“Don’t walk on the sofa!”
“Get off the table now.”
“Stop playing with Mama’s food.”
“Don’t pull on your penis, you need it.”

Runnermom-jen
7 year old said, while in the shower, “I’m a little pissed off right now”.

Jayne
“Thank you for using my hair as a pulley system”
“Get your hand out of my bra, my iTouch is not in there”
“I appreciate you rinsing my toothbrush, just not in the toilet”

Lady Estrogen
“Fingers out of your nose”
“Fingers out of your brother’s nose”

Leigh Ann

“Please stop slapping your vagina.”

Kristy

“Put your pants on! Your gonna get a cold in your bum!”

“That’s it! I’m calling Santa!”

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I’ve written before about what I used to do for a living, before the job I have now.

Working with behavioural youth.

Running a Crisis Home.

These children lived with me 24/7 while I attempted to de-escalate behaviours, create a structured environment, implement programming, life skills, expectations, chores. While I showed them love, understanding, compassion, and empathy.

Many times there would be nights I did not sleep due to incidents.

But I would get up the next morning because I had a job to do.

When I was preparing to have my daughter friends and family told me how difficult life would be once she came along.

How my life would change.

I laughed at them. I explained my history in dealing with children. That I understood the expectations and that I had a lot of experience dealing with all types of youth.

I was confident I would excel.

I was annoyed that no one believed me.

I was wrong.

Being a mother is nothing like working with behavioural youth.

The nights are longer, the days are longer, there is no pay.

There is no manual, no mission statement, no boss to ask for assistance or a day off.

There’s no annual review and no feedback on improvements you might make, it’s all guess work.

The appreciation doesn’t come in a formal letter, or a raise, and sometimes it seems like not at all.

But when the appreciation does come it’s that much sweeter because it’s in the form of tiny hugs and wet kisses, the sound of “Mama” and a little fingers clasping yours. It’s the warmth of a baby asleep against your chest because she wouldn’t sleep anywhere else.

Being a mother is the hardest job in the world.

And the best.

Leighann

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