Distraction

The past couple of days I, Mom, have been distracted by a little photo contest run on a mommy blog. At first, it was a fun distraction, but then it turned not so fun when it became apparent that the system was flawed allowing for a cheat. I won’t go into details here because it’s not the point. As one who constantly looks at numbers all day and analyzes a considerable amount of data, it was pretty obvious. No matter how hard I tried to rally votes for our photo in this photo contest, the leaders who took over the lead after we were in the lead for a day and a half, seemed to consistently pull out 2-3 percentage points ahead of us as our numbers went up. I told my husband my observation and he thought I was crazy and worst of all, he accused me of being negative and admitting defeat. So I, of course, became obsessed with proving him wrong! By so doing, I exploited the system just to prove him wrong, capturing screen shots along the way just to prove my point. But what was the point? All I did was exploit the very system about which I was complaining. And in the meanwhile, I became distracted from being a Mom. At this point, the photo contest was no longer fun. From the very beginning, it was simply about the photos of my two girls being appreciated and bringing smiles to a wider audience. It was never about the prize. I wouldn’t trade my 3 passions in life and associate them with something negative for any prize. So I decided to wash my hands clean of the contest and forget about it as of this morning…and in so doing, caught glimpses of what made it fun in the first place - my best friend left me a note tonight that she was casting her vote everyday. Another good friend, despite filling her in on my suspicions, said she wasn’t going to give up and keep on voting until the end. It was a nudge of encouragement to push past the cheats and win fair and square and then I discovered there are controls in place to take care of the cheats. And I think they were implemented tonight so I’m happy to be participating again. But this will be the last contest I ever torture us through again!*

As for you, if you haven’t voted today, here’s your link: http://mommyshorts.com/2014/09/20-bedtime-problems-only-parents-understand.html

Just scroll down the page and vote for “WHEN YOUR CO-SLEEPING KIDS TAKE ON THE DREADED T-SHAPE’
Cast your votes daily until Oct 1st.

*scroll all the way down and read the amusing comments

Mommy Shorts – 20 Bedtime Problems Only Parents Understand

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Thanks to Mommy Shorts for the opportunity. We’re honored and we love your blog!

If you’re sensing an inkling of perplexity here, it’s because I am perplexed. How Mom convinced me to put on an outfit that wasn’t a dress, I do not know. She must have special powers.

If you’re sensing an inkling of perplexity here, it’s because I am perplexed. How Mom convinced me to put on an outfit that wasn’t a dress, I do not know. She must have special powers.

For weeks, Baby Sister has been aggravating Mom by throwing all my shorts out of my shorts drawer. Tonight, we finally figured out what she’s been wanting all along! Big girl underwear!

For weeks, Baby Sister has been aggravating Mom by throwing all my shorts out of my shorts drawer. Tonight, we finally figured out what she’s been wanting all along! Big girl underwear!

Nothing better to do than take a bath now that Grandma and Grandpa aren’t here :(

Nothing better to do than take a bath now that Grandma and Grandpa aren’t here :(

She’s a lot like me and has a hard time saying goodbye. 

Goodbye Grandma and Grandpa! If you can’t stay a million days, at least you’ll consider coming back very very soon. You will be missed.

She’s a lot like me and has a hard time saying goodbye.

Goodbye Grandma and Grandpa! If you can’t stay a million days, at least you’ll consider coming back very very soon. You will be missed.

Mom, Dad and I all got our hair cut this week and Baby Sister wanted in on the action, too, so Mom did the honors

First, we came up with a plan, then we implemented it (together)…and then exhaustion kicked in. It’s a good sign of imaginary play. And who would have thought that we’d play so well together considering the last time we were together, one of them tried to put my head through an Etch-A-Sketch! Another lesson from mom: men mature with age.