Okay, why is no listening to me? Is there sound actually coming out of my mouth? If a mother speaks and no one responds, is she actually speaking?
I must appreciate this moment. Everyone tells me my kids’ childhoods will fly by in 2 seconds and then I’ll be sad, lonely and in all likelihood destitute. My baby is nine. NINE. Soon she will be leaving me, embarking on her own destiny, and… oh wait, she’s still nine.
Oh my god, stop telling me you’re hungry. It’s just not possible. It’s just not possible to be hungry after two waffles, three pieces of turkey bacon and a breakfast bar.
My kids are so cute when they are sleeping. I can’t wait until later when they go to bed. I will really appreciate and be present for them when they are sleeping.
Everyone stop talking to me at the same time. I can’t hear you. I can’t hear any of you. I’m going to the bathroom, locking the door and peeing. I need six seconds of solitude.
Another moment of their precious childhood just passed and I didn’t appreciate any of it. I’m going to start appreciating it now. Okay, now. Seriously, right now. Okay, after I check Facebook.
I’m going to celebrate the gift of the ordinary day. Stop saying your tushie hurts over and over again. Your tushie is fine. I promise. I can’t take the repetition. Seriously stop. STOP.
Okay. Refocus. I am supposed to “treasure the doing a little more and the getting done a little less.” Anna Quindlen said so. Forget grocery shopping, cleaning and preparing lunches. Let’s go to the beach. The beach is good. I love the beach at 5 pm. That is the most perfect place on earth.
It’s midnight. No lunches are made. But the beach was awesome.
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass – it’s learning to dance in the rain.
I am dancing! I am dancing!
Why is Fireman Sam only 12 minutes? What the heck can I get done in 12 minutes? Don’t be afraid to string a few shows together Sprout.
You don’t have to get up 4 times to use the bathroom during the night. You are wearing a pull up. I spent good money on that thing. Use it.
I adore holding their pudgy little hands. I will hold their hands for as long as they will let me.
I have the most beautiful kids. They are gorgeous. I love them. This motherhood thing is like nothing else.