I'm on vacation at the moment...and actually away from the computer...but lucky ducks, you get to still read some good stuff on here.
Today I picked an oldie but a goodie.
I'm sure at least one of you can relate. Please, oh please....just one of you....relate!

Ever have those days where you feel you slightly resemble Joan Crawford, and there is really not much difference between you and her when she yells "NO WIRE HANGERS....EVER!!!!!"
But instead, you hear yourself yelling, "NO MORE WHINING....EVER!" or "NO, I DONT WANT TO TALK TO YOUR CARS ANYMORE!!!!" or "I JUST WANT TO POOP ALONE!!!! (okay, maybe that last one is just me....)
Ya, it's been one of those, um, months for me. Just call me Mommy Dearest.
Honestly, I have to agree with a friend of mine who said, "Motherhood is a calling."
Somedays I have it, most days I don't.
I envy those of you who are able to stay at home, keep the house clean, have your laundry done, cook dinner from scratch, and somehow you don't even know what an antidepressant is.
Who are you people? How do you live such lives?
I don't mean to complain. I don't. I love that I get to stay home and be with my kids. I do.
No really. I love my life, I love my life....
But.....
Sometimes the grass is greener on the other side, and today I want to be on the green. Just today I want to talk to an adult who simply says what they have to say and they say it once. And to be around the kind of people who know what I mean when I say, "Jason is such a great dad. I really hope he gets the right girl this time," ahhh, I mean, that would be the life!
And just once,
just once when I flush the toilet, it would be so nice not to hear, "Was it a big one or a small one, Mom?"
I know it's weird, but I don't want to talk to a car that doesn't talk back to me. I don't want to hear the same phrase 40 times in five minutes. And I'd like to be spoken to in a tone other than high pitched whining.
Oh crap. Wait, what's this oh so familiar "mom feeling" coming over me right now?
Guilt. (Like we don't feel that enough...)
Okay, okay....
To be honest, it's me. It's not him. I'm the one with issues and stuff.
He
was sweet today. I mean, he stayed by my side from
morning till
night and yet still felt that he needed to tell me, "I miss you, Mom," every ten minutes.
Bad,
bad mom for complaining.
Just call me Mommy Dearest.

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