I just don’t know what to say. Where do I start? It is truly an honor to be The Mother of the Year. It wasn’t easy. It took a lot of tears and a lot of Xanax, but this proves that dreams can come true. I did it! But I didn’t do it alone. I hate long award speeches, so I’ll try to make this quick.
First of all, a BIG thank you to my family. Without my husband and three amazing boys, I wouldn’t be here in the bathroom…pretending to be using it so that I can hide out and accept this magnificent award. In fact…I’m just going to lock this door really fast so that they can’t come in here.
Alrighty then…sorry about that…but fucking hell they are loud! They all talk at the same goddam time, so I can’t even hear myself think. I mean WTF? Do they think it’s a volume competition and the winner gets a free cruise? Damn! Okay, where was I? Oh yes…my family. One of the most valuable things they have taught me on this journey called motherhood, is to keep my cool. I pride myself in keeping calm in even the most stressful situat-WAIT! What the hell was that? Something just crashed..hold on.
Is everyone alright? (yes) Oh thank God. Alright fellas…let’s try to NOT end up in the E.R tonight okay??? I mean twice in one week is too much. Now please turn on an electronic device of your choice and sit still until Mommy’s done. Do NOT be jumping on the bunkbed again!And (husband) would you PLEASE keep things under control for like five freaking minutes while I’m doing something…or do I have to hire a babysitter every time I take a crap?
Geesh. Sorry about that. Anyways, a huge thank you to that guy I married and my adorable offspring. I love you with all of my heart.
Next, I’d like to thank my children’s teachers for always putting up with my turning in their permission slips and library books late. My little guy’s teacher didn’t judge me when I walked in at the tail-end of the class party that I had forgotten was taking place and said “Oh bloody shit!” out loud in front of the entire preschool class and all their parents. Teachers…you have seen me cry, you’ve seen me laugh. Hell, I think one of you even heard that little fart that I slipped out during our 2nd quarter parent-teacher conferences. It didn’t even phase you. You just kept going on about my child’s achievements. You are my rocks.
Next, I’d like to thank my parents and my in-laws. To my mother-in-law who always buys me cooking stuff on birthdays and holidays in hopes that I will one day learn how to use it all…you haven’t given up on me yet. To my mother who knows how much is on my plate, so she calls me every morning just to make sure I remember that the kids have school…you are a treasure. I couldn’t do this without you. Hell, how many times have I called and been like, “oh I have the flu,” or “I have a doctor’s appointment,” and you all just jump at the chance to watch the kids and I only have to leave like six or seven voicemails before you will finally call me back. You are the wind beneath my yoga pants.
To my AMAZING friends who get me…Thanks for still inviting me to girls’ nights even though I occasionally drink a little too much and say stupid shit. You guys know that it’s only because I’m SO excited to get out and talk to other adults, that words just spill from my lips, like the vomit that soon follows. Really you guys, I know it must be hard to see me always “doing it all” and keeping such a great balance in my life. I mean let’s face it, I’m on so much medication, how could I NOT be balanced, right? I mean…right???
*starts to sob uncontrollably*
Sorry…I told myself I wasn’t going to get emotional. But this is such an honor. I just can’t believe it. Whoa….okay…I have to wrap it up. Lastly, I wanna thank the guy at McDonald’s for my morning Diet Coke, my amazing team of pharmacists at CVS, the mommy-blogging community, and my next-door neighbor who always has vodka, an extra egg, and Band-Aids when I need them.
It takes a village as you can see. That is why I would like to share this amazing award with each and every mother out there. At the end of the day, after we have given everything we have and then somedays…only like 50%…it comes down to one thing: our children. They are our reason for everything. It’s the love we share for our kids that connects us. They are our joy and our…oh crap. Someone’s crying… Oh piss and vinegar, it sounds like someone fell off the bunkbed. Shit.
*tries to open door*
Stupid door is stuck. Fuck you door. Come the hell on. My kids are out there running amuck, someone’s crying and I’ve managed to lock myself in the bathroom.
Can somebody get me outta here???
Yep, that’s me…Mother of the friggin Year.
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