Let's see, should I tell you about the horrible allergies I'm having this summer? About the evil things my antibiotic is doing to my lower intestine (last day, so not a big deal)? The leak in our living room window that Husband's been trying to figure out for 3 years? The disaster area that is my kitchen? The total lack of gumption I'm experiencing? The night I've planned with a box of graham crackers & Netflix wishing I had a tub of chocolate frosting to go with it? The shower I'm hosting for Beck in a few weeks that I have done NOTHING for? The miserable, cold, wet weather we're having that's keeping us stuck inside today? The gallon of milk I'll have to pack all 4 kids into the little store to get very soon or we'll run out? The piddly-ness of our garden this year & my lack of desire to pick anything out of it?
Don't want to hear any of that? Sick of listening to me bitch & moan via the Internet? OK. Well. Maybe we should both come back tomorrow. Maybe I'll have a change of attitude.
3 comments:
I'm going to soap your mouth young lady.
With children, I always kept some powdered milk for emergencies. They won't know if you pour it in the old milk jug(after washing it, of course)
Never too old for mommy to soap your mouth out!
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