... and let Josh climb on the trash can.
And push the nurse's "call" button.
Good times.
***
I took all 3 kids to Target...
... and let them peruse the toy section for a long time.
And I let Josh out of the shopping cart so he could be in on the fun, too.
***
I took all 3 kids to wrestling and gymnastics...
... and let their instructors deal with them for an hour, while I chased a toddler around the gym.
***
I took all 3 kids to the pet store (aka the free air conditioned zoo)...
... and said "no" approximately 1,142 times when they asked for various pets.
They are currently scheming to ask Santa for a newt.
***
We picked up Mike, came home, I made dinner, cleaned up dinner, gave the kids baths, put them to bed, and picked up the rest of the house.
And then I wrote a letter:
Dear Santa,
Today I was SuperMom.
(Which has to count for something).
I am also generally a good person.
Please do not bring my children a newt.
There is not even remotely a way possible for my children to be good enough to deserve a newt.
At all.
Today I was SuperMom.
(Which has to count for something).
I am also generally a good person.
Please do not bring my children a newt.
There is not even remotely a way possible for my children to be good enough to deserve a newt.
At all.
3 comments:
Grammy has NO problem honoring your request...and I will attest to Santa at what a super mom you are.
You are supermom! And a great writer, the letter to Santa had me giggling.
You rock and always have me laughing. I love this!
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