Things Left Undone
You know you're a busy mom if:
Your 11-year-old glances at your shirt and says, "You are leaking. Or is that drool?" Or snot. Or vomit.
You forget to take your 7-year-old to ballet. Just totally forget.
You forget to pay the credit card bill so often that when the phone rings, your 4-year-old yells, "Don't answer it! It's Citigroup!"
You turn on a movie and wake up four hours later still staring at the menu.
You stick to the kitchen floor.
You lose a child in the laundry pile.
Your husband says things like, "I need clean t-shirts again," or "I've been craving tacos for like, a week now," just as you are reheating leftovers.
Just for the record, none of these things has ever happened to me.
Your 11-year-old glances at your shirt and says, "You are leaking. Or is that drool?" Or snot. Or vomit.
You forget to take your 7-year-old to ballet. Just totally forget.
You forget to pay the credit card bill so often that when the phone rings, your 4-year-old yells, "Don't answer it! It's Citigroup!"
You turn on a movie and wake up four hours later still staring at the menu.
You stick to the kitchen floor.
You lose a child in the laundry pile.
Your husband says things like, "I need clean t-shirts again," or "I've been craving tacos for like, a week now," just as you are reheating leftovers.
Just for the record, none of these things has ever happened to me.
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1 Comments:
MMMmmmmm, tacos...
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