FaKebook Friday — St Patrick’s Day Mayhem

A quick recap/definition of FaKebook Friday:

On FaKebook Friday I will give an example of a FaKebook vs a Real Life version of the same story, essentially mocking the way we all have a tendency to put a spin on the things we share on Facebook.

FaKebook is the version of the story that you want everyone to see or know and Real Life is the version that you don’t really share for whatever reason.

{FaKebook Version}



Happy St. Patrick’s Day from the Spratt Pack!

{Real Life Version}

First I must give you a bit of family history… My mother was/is over the top with holidays. (amongst other things)
If Betty Crocker and Martha Stewart made a baby… it would be her.

She went so far above and beyond the parental call of duty it is exhausting just to think about. (I bought paper goods…)


Ok… let’s back it up to Tuesday…

Payton has band on Tuesdays and it’s his early day. Therefore, he gave his best effort to miss school or at least band claiming that he should stay home and we should celebrate as a family because we are Irish. Nice try kid. Go get dressed.

My mother, the Betty and Martha hybrid… sent a St. Patrick’s Day package for the kids. Of course she did. (rolling eyes)

The package included gold nugget bubble gum, chocolate gold coins, Irish themed tattoos, and some other lovely green items for us to celebrate with.

Let’s focus in on the tattoos for right now… After the great debate about whether or not us Irish folk should actually have to go to school there was not a lot of time left for actually getting ready for school. But apparently there should always be time for fake tattoos.
I stuck the first one to his face and held a wet cloth over it. (I’m a seasoned pro… I have applied a temporary tattoo once or twice in my motherhood) But these suckers were different… The darn things wouldn’t come off. I am pretty sure I was just about bruising his sweet face to apply a stupid shamrock.

We got some of them to work, Payton reluctantly headed off to band, and then the rest of the creatures started to descend from their lairs.

Time to start breakfast.

Betty/Martha always made us green pancakes and shaped them like shamrocks… easy enough, I thought.


As I went in to get the babies from their rooms it was poopalooza! It was everywhere on both of them. All I could think was… “What the heck did I feed these kids?”

So after cleaning up the poopcapades I brought them down to the table to start breakfast. It is safe to assume that after the tattoo drama and minor explosions we were behind schedule.

Pancakes were no longer an option. (even the just add water kind, cough) It was a cereal morning for sure. So this super mom added green food coloring to the milk. (Hold your applause please.)


To wrap up the morning adventures… Brady has a “Kiss Me I’m Irish” shirt that he was insistent upon wearing. (fair enough, seems appropriate) The only problem is… I hadn’t seen it in a long while.
So while the poopers were eating their “breakfast of Irish champions” I started sifting through mounds of dirty laundry, under beds, and in drawers… I finally found it!
(I was starting to feel a little better about my mothering skills by this point)
Brady got the shirt on and things were looking up, but as we started to load the car Brady came to the garage in a costume. (Are you kidding me? All that time I spent looking for the stupid shirt?! And now it’s covered up in a tattered hand-me-down super hero costume. Ugh.)


We were headed to MOPs and my cute facade of a perfect St. Patty’s days morning was just crushed by the Iron Man.


My favorite part of FaKebook Friday is sharing the real story behind the story. Holidays are breeding grounds for FaKebook mayhem!

Can’t wait for Easter.

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