That's What I Get...

We use the phrase "that's what you get" a LOT during the course of each day. We, as parents, have no sympathy when our kids get hurt after we have told them to stop whatever they are doing a few times. When they come crying to us after wrestling, jumping, fighting, throwing things, or just doing dumb things against our advise, we just tell them "that's what you get." Our kids have followed our example and they even say it to each other (usually after they have just hit the other one and made them cry). So, Friday was a day that I said this phrase to myself over and over. I had seen a few posts with cute moms that had made cookies and such with their kids and I thought maybe I should be a cute mom too. I have only made sugar cookies one other time in my life and I was about 7 months prego with Paige and Morgan and I swore I would never do it again. But I thought maybe I just hated the experience so much because I was the size of a whale, with legs like an elephant, and a back that hurt continuously even when I wasn't leaning over for 2 hours making cookies. So, I thought I would give it another go. It started out okay, but quickly turned into a not so fun time. I had just finished making the dough and all the kids wanted a taste. I even gave some to Paige and Morgan, risking the chance that Morgan would throw it right back up. And sure enough, as I started rolling out the dough, Morgan threw up the cookie dough and her entire breakfast all over my feet. As the throw up was seeping through my toes I tried to get Morgan, the cupboard doors, the floor, and myself cleaned up. It was everywhere. Throughout the 15 mins of cleanup I just kept saying "that's what I get." I finally got back to the cookie making and as I was rolling out the dough for a second time Paige decided to make things more fun and pulled my camera off the counter. It crashed to the floor and the battery compartment broke open and wouldn't keep the batteries in. I pulled a "MacGyver" and taped the thing shut with some handy scotch tape so I could still pictures to document this "joyous" occasion. We continued on with the cookies and the kids did have a good time cutting them out, getting flour everywhere, and making snakes out of the leftover dough. After the cookies were done baking I handed them all a cookie, except Paige and Morgan (I didn't feel like cleaning up anymore throw up). Aiden was the only one that ate the cookie! After 3 hours of work I have a Tupperware FULL of cookies that no one will eat. But I guess "that's what I get" for trying to be a fun mom.
So the moral of this story....don't try to be something your not. In my case: a fun, cute mom. It will just come back to bite you in the...well, you know.