Mom moment

I had a total mom moment last month. As my husband headed off to be a good lil' church boy, I took Miss Dub to Target for some bonding time. OK, so our normal time and special time are one and the same. She didn't care, so why should you? Things got a little crazy when she demanded pizza in lieu of a pretzel. So we split a pan pizza, which is sort of like eating healthy food.

Miss Dub was feeling this pizza. "Peec-suh!" she would squeal between bites. Then, she'd take a swig of lemonade. Then, she threw it up all over the floor. (Hitting her clothes and my feet in the process.)

Now, when I witnessed such mom moments from an outside perspective, I thought the mom was thinking, "Great! This is so disgusting! Where are some Targeteers to clean up this filthy mess?"

Instead, I found myself thinking, "Poor, Missy. I hope she's not sick. I feel terrible about this mess. I hope I can clean it up before anyone sees it."

I wasn't grossed out. I wasn't mad. I wasn't even stressed. I was, however, a little weirded out when Miss Dub's only response was, "More pizza, please!"

I did tell a young worker about the mess since it needed some serious mopping after my initial chunk-removal. But he just went and got some fellow worker friends, all who seemed more concerned about what caused her vomit incident rather than cleaning it up.

Luckily, I ran into a church friend who helped me get some bags to put Miss Dub's dirty clothes into. I then put her into my cardigan and took her home.

I must say, she was pretty excited about wearing my cardigan. In fact, she didn't even notice that we never made it to our friend's house, where we were supposed to spend the evening. And I didn't even notice how gross it was to wipe off her clothes before tossing them in the laundry.

But that's being a mom, I guess - when your child's vomit and poop doesn't make you vomit or poop.

But what do you think? Fill in this sentence:
Being a mom means _________________________.


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