Nanny Deprived Photo Contest

We are tired of cute kids plastered everywhere. We want to see the disgusting, naughty, angry and ugly kids. That's what being Nanny Deprived is all about.

This contest will run from June 15th until July 6th. The winner will be the photo with the most votes on July 6th at noon EST (we can't stay up till midnight). The proud owner of the "Naughty Kid" will win their choice of a Nanny Deprived non-bling Mom T-shirt or a custom t-shirt made with the winning picture.

Congratulations to Entry #3! The first winner of our contest! We will contact you shortly about your prize.

If you have a naughty kid picture and want to enter the next contest, please find all of the information here.

This contest is now over. Entry #3 was the winner with 75 votes!

Entry #1 Emily "I just hit the formula JACKPOT!"



Entry #2 Mackenzie "I don't see any paint."



Entry #3 Sarai "Ice cream makes great hair gel!"




Entry #4 Gum wrapped around neck! "I waited 4 years for this!"




Entry #5 Laura Mae "Self Haircut"



Entry #6 "Look Mama - Santa brought me a Sharpie for Christmas."




Entry #7 Logan "Caught Red Handed!"




Entry #8 "I just finished the laundry for you."

Feel free to vote daily! Be sure to enter your own picture here!




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I'm Exhausted

This past week I've gone through preschool pirate parties, park field trips, field day, teacher gifts, snack duty for the end of the year party and one last soccer party. I'm going to throw a "The Parties are over Party". That's something to be excited about.

It's a good thing summer break is coming so I can sit and do nothing. I wish.

My Mommy Nemesis

If there is one thing I hate more than anything about my job as mommy, it's juice box straw wrappers. Those little plastic wrappers that go around the straws plague me. First of all, they are impossible to get the straw out of. Second, I find them everywhere. I've found them in the washing machine, my bed, my shoes and always in my pockets. The strange thing is that I rarely give my kids juice boxes. Every time I turn around one is staring at me from some random place. Somehow they never make it to the garbage and end up taking over my life. I'll be so happy when my kids are done with juice boxes and on to guzzling soda just so I won't have to scrape those wrappers off of the lint screen in the dryer.

What's your "Mommy Nemesis"?

Crusing with Kids

I am both the pilot and stewardess of my minivan. Not only do I navigate U-turns but I'm often opening a bag of chips at the very same time. I amaze myself. I have mastered changing the DVD for inflight viewing in the exact amount of time it takes to sit at a red light. I can mix up a sippy cup full of strawberry milk while merging onto the interstate. Everyone has their proper beverage, snack and entertainment in my car. Only happy passengers here.

Dangerous you say? Survival I say. Dangerous is driving with kids screaming behind you. I'm all about making them happy while I'm driving. I have my own little beverage cart set up in the passenger seat with drinks, snacks and anything else that will keep them happy for the amount of time I need to drive. I can throw back a snack with percise accuracy. Even the baby has a mountain of toys and pacifiers attached to her car seat. Happy passengers equals happy pilots.

I Sleep Around

Around my house that is. I frequently bed hop at night hitting a few rooms for a few hours. It's a great party consisting of being startled awake, being kicked in the stomach, rubbing backs, and the occasional vomit. I never know where I'm going to wake up. It's my occupational hazard.

After baby one, hubby and I decided to not allow kids in our bed. Instead our kids have large beds where we can lay with them and comfort them if they need it. You put a three year old with growing pains and a horrible fear that the house will be sucked into outer space, a five year old with school anxiety, and a newborn together and you get many sleepless nights. It's the old musical beds here. Gotta love it!