When I was contacted to write a sponsored post about the movie “Daddy’s Home”, I thought- PERFECT! My family puts the FUN in dysFUNctional. Okay, maybe not ALL the time- but that statement IS always cheesy. Maybe sometimes our dysfunction borders more on complete insanity, but we try to have fun with it. I think that’s how we manage not to all lose our ever-loving minds. We know we’re not perfect, and we try to embrace the dysfunction when we can. That’s what family is all about, right?
I try to accept that my kids have seriously sassy mouths, and they try to accept that I refuse to grow up. It’s give & take. As the holidays get closer and closer, the sass level has risen to threat level red. I don’t know why this is, really. Is it because I don’t have one of those creepy elves to terrify my kids into behaving, or because they really want to test if Santa is TRULY stalking their every move, but holy crap. I’ve been going crazy. And if my kids weren’t so funny, I might literally run away and join the circus. Ahhhhh, family. Gotta love’em.
What also comes along with the holiday season is illness. Yay! I found myself pretty sick recently, and while my kids generally like me to pick out their clothes for them (I’m flattered, really), I pretty much refused when I was feeling my worst. Mistake. The following exchange occured:
Parker: *comes downstairs wearing red from head to toe*
Me: Dude. You can’t wear that.
Me: It’s ALL RED. You look like a sundried tomato!
Parker: *grumbles angrily* Mommy!
Me: You look like a Twizzler
Parker: *grumbling, starting to walk up the stairs*
Me: You look like a piece of beef jerky
Parker: *trying not to laugh*
Me: You look like a snake’s tongue.
Parker: *hard-laughing* Do I look like a candycane with no white stripes?
Me: Yes. Now go change
Parker: *comes back down 5 minutes later, wearing the same exact thing*
Me: I thought you were going to change!
Parker: I do what I want!
So, I’m the child, and he’s suddenly a hormonal teenager? What is going on here?? I’m fully expecting him to get his first pimple and inform me he’s now a man since he has sprouted body hair ANY day now. As a parent, I try to pick my battles with the kids (like when they’re screaming in the store for some piece of crap toy they insist they absolutely MUST have but I know they’ll only play with once), but I normally wouldn’t let this go. He’s lucky I was sick, and that I still had a sense of humor. We laughed, a lot.
Back around Halloween, me and the fam all went out to see a movie and one of the previews was for a movie I’d never heard of called “Daddy’s Home” starring Will Ferrell and Mark Wahlberg. Ferrell stars as Brad, a mild-mannered radio executive who is trying his hardest to be the best step dad to his wife’s two children, but complications ensue when their freewheeling and freeloading real father (Wahlberg) arrives, forcing him to compete for the affection of the kids. I actually snorted out loud at the trailer, because it reminded me SO much of my family. Not that I’m divorced (though, y’know, it can be tempting. My husband best sleep with one eye open!), or have an ex coming back into the picture that causes a competition for the kids’ affection so intense it sends people through walls and gets cheerleaders nailed in the face with a basketball (no, but seriously, you have to watch the trailer. I laughed so hard)- but because just like every other family, they’re totally messed up and just trying to make it work. Even though it doesn’t work most of the time. AND because I frickin’ love Will Ferrell.
Who wants to go with me to see it? I mean, if for nothing else (like the hilarity, the family-appropriate-fun, the life lessons I’m sure will be at the end)- then for Mark Wahlberg’s bulging biceps. Am I right??
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