Sometimes It’s Hard Being the Adult
Wednesday, April 4th, 2012By Glinda
Today was not a shining example of my best mothering. In fact, it might rank amongst my top ten worsts.
Things that went through my mind today:
I now see why people run away to the circus.
Is my neighbor really trying to one-up my thyroid surgery with a self-inflicted gash to the hand while cutting pineapple? Really?
If I leave in the middle of the night, no one will see me.
Yeah, buddy, some days I wish you went to school, too.
How do you survive the day eating ONLY things made out of carbs?
Is division with remainders that complicated?
Can I join you on the floor in your temper tantrum? I bet I could scream louder than you.
But you used to LOVE pears!
I didn’t think anything could be more annoying than banging your head on the floor until you started spitting your food everywhere.
Be careful what you wish for.
Of course you allowed our daughter to touch the soil where the cats in the neighborhood have been pooping. OF COURSE you couldn’t stop her in time.
Seriously, I KNOW I could cover my tracks well enough that nobdoy could find me.
