We had the best time running our photo caption contest. All of the entries were so good that one might say they brought sunshine on a cloudy day. I may or may not be watching the weather report while writing this. So without further ado, the winner is…
This one by Katy Morgan wrote our judging criteria for us – it actually made us laugh out loud the first, second, and third times we read it. And you are in luck because she writes a blog, so you don’t have to limit yourself to this little slice of hilarity, you can skip on over to Katy In A Corner and enjoy the whole Awesome Pie!
Now we have been questioned by more than one person, whether or not this photo might be a wee (wink, wink) bit embarrassing for the boys. Well, how should we put this? Um, NO! These imps set this up. We have chosen not to show our kids faces, so we often take “blog” pictures. Erin’s boys OFFERED to pose for this picture after her Christmas card worthy photo shoot. They turned around, she clicked, and only saw the full design of their mischief upon uploading. We called it “How Bloggers’ Kids Get Their Revenge”.
So exploitation tizzy resolved? No? Then we are all in luck because the vehicle of our penance has hit the interwebz in the form of Mom Shaming. Like all good things cyber, it is a spin-off of a spin-off. Through my exhaustive research it appears to have started with Dog Shaming. Then Mommy Shorts morphed it into Baby Shaming. (We can feel your panties bunching through our routers, relax and check it out.) And now The Divine Secrets Of a Domestic Diva balanced the scales of justice and brought us Mom Shaming.
Ellen: History lesson over. I was going to make you a time line, but I used my last scrap of poster board to make my sign of shame.
If you look closely you can see the light shining through my sign to reveal that it is a dollar bill visual aid. So not only have I outed myself, I re-purposed, too! That has GOT to be worth double penance points.
Erin: So Ellen calls me as I’m walking through the door from my JOB into a house full of disgruntled kids to make my own sign.
Ellen: Priorities. Two photo fails and five hours later, she succeeds in making her own little cultural contribution to the webz.
What’s the big deal you say? Just you wait.
Erin: This is my dirty little clean laundry secret. Everyone is always telling me how organized I am because…
Ellen: Basically you keep five kids fed, dressed, and delivered places approximately on time?
Erin: YES! But this bag of socks is the bane of my existence and the sucker of untold amounts of time out of my life.
Ellen: You certainly are being dramatic for a little internet funny.
Erin: Remember the five kids? Every. Single. Morning. They come traipsing into my room to rummage through this bag, strew its contents across my floor, and scrabble like chickens over the pickin’s. My fourth grader complained the other day about how much his feet hurt. On one foot he had a sock that barely reached his heel and on the other foot he had a man-sized sock pulled up to his knee!
Ellen: Surely there is a simple solution to this. Have you tried giving each family member their own lingerie bag to put their…
Erin: Stop! Yes, I’ve tried that! But we just ended up with bags of single socks!
Steve and I have tried paying them 10 cent per pair matched, but they putter out at about $1.20 and drift away.
We’ve tried Sock Folding Movie Night, but everyone starts to feign illness or sleep to get out of it.
We’ve thrown them away and started over, but . . . IT. JUST. KEEPS. COMING. BACK.
Ellen: Like a cyst?
Erin: No! Because from what I understand, Dr. WebMD, you can surgically remove a cyst. There is not cure for this! It is truly my shame.
Ellen: Shame seasoned with a fair amount of hypocrisy.
Erin: Are you REALLY throwing gasoline into the boiler of my steam train of shame?
Ellen: Don’t you remember writing about your room being your oasis? It sounds like you could really only achieve that Nirvana with a maid, laundry service, and a pitcher of whiskey sours.
But you know what? I think we need one more shaming meme to complete this penance.
Erin: I don’t know if I can stand much more catharsis, but . . .
Ellen: So to complete my confession, while I’m posting pictures like this, prompting people sing my praises in our comments section…
Don’t you wish you could be awesome like me?
Ellen: Swing the camera a mere 90 degrees and this is the view into my dining room . . .
Or maybe you don’t.
Erin: Gavel slammed. Hail Mary, penance complete.
If you want to join in on the fun, hop on over to the Blogging While Mom Facebook Page and add your own confession. It’ll be a relief, we swear.
