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Come on, we've all thought about running away from home way more as adults than we ever have as kids and if you lucked out and got that perfect husband and those angelic kids that bring you nothing but heavenly bliss, well bless your
The blissful, joys of motherhood are completely escaping me this week...
Maybe it was breaking up a brawl that started with two and morphed into a complete world war three in casa de Kramer, only to discover, once everyone had stopped screaming at levels only the neighbourhood dogs can truly appreciate...that the initial battle had begun over...wait for it..two banana pie blizzards and the fact that thing two and three couldn't figure out which one had the extra pie piece thing three had ordered....
or Maybe its the trying to find modest, mission appropriate skirts and dresses for my 6 foot, fashion conscience, opinionated 19 year old, a thousand miles away from Utah...and trying desperately, despite what my daughter says, not to feel like I've transformed into a decrepit, cranky, cane wielding, gray haired old bitty that has the fashion sense to match.
or Maybe that nobody obeys the Wi-Fi rules or thinks I notice when they sneak out the door 15 minutes late for seminary (we live two doors away), or can put a dryer sheet in the dryer or even remembers that we own a dog, much less takes him out...
or Maybe this mom just needs a nap and a Sunny day and the funds to hire a nanny, maid and referee for the next
Motherhood is ________ AwSoMe!
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