. . .you let your kids start their day off in front of PBS Kids.
. . .it takes your 4 year old commenting on your smell before you realize that your p.j.'s have baby spit-up all over the front.
. . .and then you notice that your baby's hair is slick with spit-up.
. . .you slice your leg shaving, in an accident that rivals the first time you snuck your Mom's razor into the shower to try it out.
. . .you see that your kids have made breakfast for themselves-all over the counter, and it doesn't even raise your blood pressure, just makes you want to curl up in the corner, and concede their victory.
. . .you consider how to make and hook up an I.V. to your husband's coffee, so you get the benefit of the caffeine without having to taste the stuff.
. . .instead you pile all the kids into the van and head for the nearest Conoco to buy the largest diet pepsi they sell, despite the wind, despite your smell, and are slowly feeling more alert!
1 comment:
I just don't know what to say except I'm sorry. :( I hope you were able to replenish the Mom Stash.
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