Real Mom Fridays: MOM CONFESSIONS!

In honor of Fall break and the fact that some of us have had kids home for a whole week now, I’d like to take a moment to be honest and tell you something… I can’t wait for my kids to go back to school.

Please don’t get me wrong I LOVE my kids dearly, but is it too much to ask to be able to go to the bathroom alone?  Put me on the stand if you’d like but I know you know what I’m talking about.   So I thought to make myself feel better about my confession I would ask some other Wellements Baby Moms for their secret Mom confessions.  Please feel free to leave yours below, this is a safe place so let it out and TRUST ME…you are NOT ALONE!



“Even though I’m a mom of an almost 2 year old who doesn’t believe there are many benefits to kids under 2 of watching TV and try to impose a “no TV until 2 rule”, sometimes when my son doesn’t want to eat for a few meals in a row I stick him in front of the TV or play videos while feeding him myself…”


“My kids hate to brush their teeth so I told them if they didn’t sugar bugs would grow in their mouth.  Worked like a charm.”


“I told my daughter if she stepped in those oil puddles in parking lots that her feet would burn off.  I just didn’t want oil on my carpets.”


“I don’t like breakfast in bed; that was some of the kids favorite thing to do on mother’s day for me… my husband does it….I must have been good at pretending. “


“If I’m being completely honest about life with my toddlers then I have to tell you about my latest trip to the supermarket.  I decided that I needed to stock up for the week since we were beginning Monday with slim pickings from the cupboards.  I loaded up the crazy two year olds that I spend each marvelous day with and headed out to Walmart.  Not my usual shopping destination as I’m normally a Super Target gal, but what the hey?!  I figured it would be a nice change of scenery and maybe I could save a few bucks on our weekly food bill.   So…’s no later than 8:30 am and we are wheeling our half broken buggy up to the ever so cheerful (insert sarcasm) deli counter lady.  My children begin to scream and whine about cookies and cakes.  I cannot even fathom giving them a treat so early in the morning with such bad behavior coming at me but what choice do I have?  A) succumb to the brattiness?? B) pack them back in the car and go home grocery-less?!   In that instant I decide to take the easy road….ughhhhhh!  Why do I let them win today?!  I wheel over to the bakery woman and ask if I may have two free cookies (so my naughty twins can be rewarded for hysterically screaming at me).  She hands them over two bright orange frosted sugar cookies covered in Halloween sprinkles and they start to devour them in an instant.  Breakfast of champions, right?!  I felt like the worst Walmart mother of the year.  I know I got plenty of stares but the moral of the story is:  do what you must to survive life with toddlers.  I finished my morning shopping trip with two happy kiddos and returned home with a car full of groceries thinking tomorrow they’ll have broccoli and eggs for breakfast.”

“I take extra long showers in the morning as it’s the only time during the day that I have the time and space away to just be, think through life, and have some ‘me’ time.”


“I go through the Starbucks drive thru so much that one day when I was giving my order, my 3 year-old was saying it with me.”


“I drive to the park that is only 4 blocks from my house because I’m too tired to walk.”


“I get excited when I see certain kids shows are on (few favorites: Bubble Guppies, Electric Company).”


“My daughter was never a big nap taker, but sometimes I just had to get stuff done and needed a break, so there were days I would just put her in the crib and let her cry herself to sleep just so I could have an hour by myself.  When she would wake up so happy to see me I would just feel so completely guilty but I still did it anyways!”


“Even when the kids were driving me crazy and I would escape for an hour or two I would always miss them and couldn’t wait to get back to see them. “


“I used to play the game with my kids called brush mommy’s hair.  It was an easy way to get 5 minutes to close my eyes and still play a game.”


“My child is the WORST on planes.   I’m the mom that people hate to sit next to cause he screams basically the whole time.  It gives me major anxiety to travel with him so I broke down and gave him a little Benadryl…I had to…and it worked!  He was way calm and even fell asleep.  I felt really guilty but relieved at the same time.”


“My kids bring home so many art projects and drawings that I can’t fit them all on the fridge so I secretly throw some of them away.  When they ask me where I put them I tell them I hung them up at my office.”

What is your secret mom confession?  Leave us a comment below.

NOT so REAL MOM Friday: A Day in the Life of Gwyneth Paltrow

A Day in the Life..My Version

I wonder if I’m the only sucker who dreams of what it must be like to be a celebrity.  I’d wake up looking effortlessly natural like one of those makeup commercials where they are advertising makeup but it doesn’t look like they are wearing any.  My hair is just the right amount of bed head, like you just went for a ride in a convertible, but not the kind where it looks like a rats nest, just perfectly tousled .  I’d kiss my husband and walk down my marble steps to have my personal chef deliver my perfect 500 calorie breakfast while of course the kids are already dressed, fed, bathed, and ready for school (I know it’s bad but in my dream, I’m a sellout and have lots of hired help but I’m still a hands on mom of course.)  Over the top..ya I know.   The sad part is I’ve actually really dreamed this a couple times.

I just can’t help but wonder what its REALLY like for a celebrity mom.   How do they actually manage mom, career woman, wife, all while looking like they just walked off a magazine cover page, and smiling all the time?    Well, thanks to Gwyneth Paltrow’s blog GOOP…we can have a little glimpse.  If you don’t follow her blog, it’s pretty good.  She’s much raunchier than you would think, and she writes about some great stuff if you happen to have some free time to roam the streets of Paris and London, or if your interior designer needs help finding the most expensive lamp in New York.  Either way, here’s a blog she wrote on what a day for her is like:

Gwyneth’s day on November 4th, 2010:

“When I got downstairs this morning at the crack of whenever, the coffee machine said “ERROR 8” and wouldn’t let me make the cup I had been dreaming about. This begs the question: is it odd to dream yourself to sleep thinking about the next morning’s coffee? Not a good beginning. Got Apple all fed and dressed in her uniform and ready to go but no sign nor sight of Moses at 8 am and we have to be out of the house by 8:20. I went up to arouse the little man from slumber and he quite happily got up and crawled into my arms. We got downstairs and I made him a quick breakfast of eggs and toast followed by a spoonful of lemon flavored flax oil that I try to remember to give them both every morning. Getting everyone into the car on time was a challenge; we’re going through a phase where no one seems to be responding to me (“Time to put on your shoes” … No response.)

It is the school Christmas toy drive deadline today so before jumping into the car, we pack up and finish decorating the shoe boxes with toys, toothbrushes, hats, scarves, books, etc, for the school Christmas toy drive. Once the kids really understand that the toys go to children around the world who will not be as fortunate as they are this year, they very sweetly take trips to the playroom adding their own toys and books to the boxes. Somehow managed to get to school just as the old-fashioned bell rang. Moses was a bit teary today so I hung around and watched him through the window. Periodically he would check to make sure I was still there.

When all was well I dodged off as fast as possible but was still late to the 9 am workout. Did dance aerobics for 45 minutes then all of the butt lifts and the like. Rushed upstairs to have a shower, doing my post workout stretch while the conditioner was doing its magic on my hair to combine activities/save time. Dressed quickly and rushed downstairs. On a less manic day, this would be my couple of hours in the office to work on GOOP, come up with ideas, write/edit and go over scheduling, travel, whatever else I have going but I have no time so I just pop the old cabeza in to see if there are any deadlines or fires that need putting out. When I am given the all clear I rush out the door, headed to rehearse with a band to prepare for the Country Music Awards which are just a week away.  I’ve never performed live before so I’m preparing for this as if it were the Superbowl, which, in it’s own way, it is. I’ve been having voice lessons with my teacher, Carrie Grant, every day and rehearsing with an amazing London-based band. This will be my fourth and shortest rehearsal of the week, as the day is so full, but I am excited to get in there and see everyone. Had to do my vocal exercises/warmups in the car, sooo not a good look. Fellow drivers looked on a bit bewildered. Rehearsed with the band from 11:30 to 12:30 and then scooted back out to the car and had kind of a big interview on the phone while trying to subtly check/reply to well-overdue email.

Got home and had a fitting with super stylist Elizabeth Saltzman for the upcoming Nashville trip (what to wear, what to wear?) from 1-2. This is my 4th out of 5 fittings for this trip. We tried on a myriad of dresses and outfits, and I had b.o. by the end of it from wrestling with all of those dresses. I have six looks I need to choose for the trip; there’s the radio press conference upon arrival, the red carpet for the Country Strong premier, press interviews, a Sony Music VIP dinner, the red carpet for the CMA’s and the outfit for my performance! We manage to finalize all of the looks for the (very nerve wracking) trip. At 2 pm I head into my office with a nice cup of tea for two hours of phone interviews. I am doing lots of these this week, but today’s session is only two hours. I call country radio station after country radio station speaking to some of the nicest and friendliest DJ’s on the planet. Thursday is the one day of the week that I do not pick my kids up after school. They go straight to an activity and I am able to really maximize work stuff. I always feel a bit guilty (obviously) about it, but it means I can focus fully on them when they get home instead of trying to do two things at once.

At 4pm, my weekly owners’ and managers’ call takes place for the Tracy Anderson Method with our brilliant CEO Stephanie Stahl taking the lead. I basically listen and try to learn. Kiddies burst through the door and play in my office while I finish up, just drawing and hanging out and of course playing Plants vs Zombies on the iPad, their obsession that I have to limit like crazy! What up, gamers. Then downstairs to make cupcakes for tomorrow’s bake sale. It is ‘Bonfire night’ in the UK tomorrow and the bake sale is to celebrate and to raise money for charity. We decide on vanilla cupcakes with pink icing and green icing (from Tate’s Bakeshop cookbook with the icing from American Desserts cookbook).

At 6:30 pm we all get in the bath and it’s hair washing night for the kids (every other night—never popular). Then back downstairs to check on cupcakes and have a visit from an auntie and uncle. The kids indulge in a super sugary cupcake before bed but I don’t feel too bad because they had a brown rice stir fry for dinner with baked sweet potato on the side. It’s all about balance! My night to lay with Mosey so I tuck Apple in, say a prayer and go into Mosey’s room for a story, foot massage and quiet time. As soon as all was quiet, I rushed downstairs to grab a blazer and some blush and flung myself in the car for girls night. Lovely dinner and great conversation. 11:29 pm now, exhausted and ready to do it all again tomorrow!”


Ok so safe to say she may not fall into our “REAL MOM” category.  (Who really gets their kids to take lemon flax oil every morning).  But, nice to see she still does the school hustle, gets mom guilt, and tucks her kids into bed.


Will you be one of our REAL MOMS??

Attention Real Moms

Yes you, the one reading this.  The one who knows what it’s like to be in the trenches.  The one who knows what it’s like to wake up at 5 to baby, only to have woken up three times before 5, once for crying baby, once for crying toddler, one more for crying baby (whilst husband remains peacefully asleep).  The one who’s capable of getting 50 things done before 9 am..

  • Toddler breakfast attempt 1
  • Baby bottle and diaper change
  • Beg toddler to eat breakfast
  • Answer husband request for missing clothing item
  • Toddler breakfast attempt 3 while arguing over cartoon toddler thinks should be on tv but isn’t
  • Clean up toddler breakfast now on floor
  • Toddler bath while dressing baby
  • Baby spit up on clean clothes
  • Husband second request for missing item most likely in place he last left it
  • Toddler out of bath taking sweet time to get dressed
  • Toddler clothing argument about shorts in 50 degrees weather – toddler wins
  • 30 minute countdown to being late to preschool
  • Pack toddler snack
  • Pack diaper bag
  • Toddler has one shoe on can’t find the other
  • Grab baby ready to load car
  • Crap! Baby still has spit up on formerly clean clothes
  • 12 minutes until officially late
  • Baby spit up will have to wait
  • Other shoe found but toddler refuses to wear
  • Husband let’s you know we are out of coffee creamer
  • Threats to toddler begin
  • Toddler cries but allows shoe to be put on
  • Baby in car
  • Toddler in car
  • Kiss husband goodbye
  • Glance in car mirror to make sure you are not complete mess (acceptable for two day old dirty hair)
  • Toddler cries due to must have toy that got left on counter
  • 5 minutes until late, toy must stay home
  • Toddler cry turns to screams which immediately turns to stage 5 meltdown
  • Arrive at school
  • Baby out
  • Crying toddler out
  • Last attempt to sooth toddler by some sort of bribe
  • Baby poopy diaper smell appears
  • Toddler drop off success
  • Change diaper
  • Baby back in car
  • Deep breath

It’s now 8:45 a.m. (feels like 8:45 p.m.) but the day already feels like success – only Dr. appt, grocery shopping, dry cleaners,  laundry, playdate, dinner left to worry about today.  Just another day in the life of a Real Mom.

Does this sound familiar? Well then you are exactly who we are looking for.  WE WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU!  We want to hear a day in the life…your stories, funny things, your mom struggles, your experiences, advice…anything goes!   We know if you are going through it, other mom’s are too…and it’s nice to know you aren’t the only one. Check out some of our Real Mom Stories here.

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Introducing our very first Real Mom Friday Story by Marisa Friedman

Three Generations of Sass!

Every summer we spend two weeks at my mom’s house outside of Boston. This summer my mom and I were driving in the car when my daughter decided to talk to me as if she was the parent and I was her child.

Now let me take a minute to describe my daughter Grace, who is four going on twenty-four. She prefers ceasar salads over chicken nuggets and has been carrying a purse around with her since she could walk. She also told me at the age of 2 that when she turned 3 she would be drinking wine, chewing gum and have a baby in her belly.  I am sure you can all relate and know a four year old just like her.

This was not the first time Grace spouted off her demands in a sassy tone.  The girl is known for having a sharp tongue.   I took a deep breath, found my Zen and calmly reminded her that as her mother, I was in charge and it was unacceptable for her to speak to me that way.  I asked her if she needed me to use my stern voice so that she would remember this. She quickly replied no and apologized. Huh, easy enough. No fight = win for me.  I was patting myself on the back for my amazing parenting job, when my own mom, sitting next to me in the car, started bugging me about something. Probably something along the lines of… “Marisa be sure to (fill in the blank)”.  Naturally, I responded in the way any child would. I told her to leave me alone and let’s just say I didn’t say it in the nicest tone.

Two seconds later Grace chimes in saying, “excuse me mommy, isn’t Mimi your mommy?” At that point I knew exactly where this was going!  “You are not talking very nice to her.” Before I could get the words out of my mouth my mom was repeating exactly what I had told Grace with a big grin.  She told me that she was my mother and in charge. She wanted to know if she needed to use her stern voice so that I would remember this. I quickly told her no and apologized.  Strangely enough this was not the first time disrespectful words poured out of my mouth, nor would it be the last.  I wonder where Grace gets it.

I know my mom is having the last laugh as she constantly reminds me that any lip I get from Grace is just payback for how I treated her.  You’re right mom…you are in charge.


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After frustration and a long search for a remedy for colic for triplets, Gripe Water helped this family. It can help you too!

Dear Wellements,

I have to tell you having triplet boys 6 months ago has been challenging. After the boys spent 2 weeks in the hospital we brought the boys home. After 4 weeks of not getting any sleep and endless hours of them crying and being fussy, we asked the doctors in there was anything we could do with them crying and not sleeping through the night. The doctors told us they would grow out of it and also gave us other ways to prevent them from colicing (warm towel on their stomach and rubbing their stomachs in a circular motion). All three of the boys had colic and discomfort after every feeding and nothing seemed to be working. Then we heard about Wellements Gripe Water.

I was at the point where I would try anything to get them to sleep through the night & stop crying. I went and bought the bottle of gripe water and the salesman told me he gave it to his daughter and within minutes she stopped colicing and ended her discomfort. I was like yeah right, but I had to try something. I went home and gave it them straight from the bottle. Within 5 minutes of giving the gripe water to them they stopped fussing and seemed less fussy. They started to sleep better through the night. This was a relief and I gave the pediatricians the information I had on gripe water. They now recommend it to a lot of patients for crying, fussing, colicing and sleepless babies.

Now, 6 months later we are still giving the gripe water to them at every feeding and they sleep very well. We thought after this long we could stop giving it to them but found out very quickly they needed the gripe water every feeding. We have also used it for our 3 year old daughter when she has an upset stomach and it helped with her discomfort. I am a true believer in Gripe Water and how it works. I will continue to buy it and give it to my children.

I will tell everyone that I know about Wellements Gripe Water and recommend they order or buy it.

Thank You!!!

Mick, Val, Lexi, Troy, Brody and Colby