Except for when they're dangling in my front window - and they're purple.
Then I don't mind them too much.
Have a wonderful weekend, friends.
I hope you enjoy every boo-tiful (groooaaaan) moment!
"I take her to early drop-off, and I've yet to pick her up. I don't know the parents. I wouldn't recognize her classmates on the street. At night she tells me about her day, describing children I have never heard before. I feel oddly, uncomfortably detached from her world in a way that I couldn't have imagined.And from Stay At Home Babe:
It seems unfair somehow that she even has a world without me at all. She's three."
"My Husband: She’s thirteen. She probably wants to be an astronaut.The fact that Liz and SAHB posted back-to-back just reinforces the fact that Mommy Guilt is a huuuuuge issue for mothers everywhere. And as SAHB wrote in response to my comment: "Mommy-guilt... there should be a diagnosis and treatment for it in some psychological handbook."
Me: Yeah, right, ’cause that’s what people want to be when they’re kids, right? But you know what no one wants to be when they’re a kid? Let’s start a list. A prostitute, a shit shoveler, an envelope stuffer, a monkey-zit-popper, a housewife… Yeah, that’s an awesome list to be on."