some Mom confessions!
Before we start, look at this face! I die. She is lucky she is so darn cute.
I am so sick of sharing my food. I can't even eat my hard boiled egg in the morning without giving my little pants pulling, whining girl a bite. It is a hard.boiled.egg not a brownie.
Im convinced that Virginia is still going to be having crocodile tear temper tantrums at 7th grade drop off. I totally dread drop off every morning :(
My new hairstylist confirmed that I have a "few" grey hairs. I wonder how that happened?!
Speaking of hair, it is taking all my power not to cut Ginny's baby mullet.
I could only laugh when Virginia chanted "Mooooore Coffee, MY coffee" over and over while lunging for Heath's coffee cup through the grocery store yesterday.
There is really nothing better than a tea party with Elmo, Abby and Baby Stella.
We need a bigger house driveway, playroom and 2nd bath. Less confession, more desperate statement.
I was dumb enough to fall into the "sure, Ill let you out of the stroller as long as you hold my hand" trap. It ended like this:
I always get such a kick out of your confessions. They are always so on the mark! You're a great writer!!
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