One of these parent teacher conferences, I’m going to turn to my abdomen and say, “Well, Ovaries, what do you have to say about this?”
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An Expensive Day
Ah, Costco: where you go in for milk and come out with a new set of tires.
Midsummer Musings
I began the summer following the Pre-Romantic Vacation Diet and have now hit the I Forgot I Have Children All Day Diet.
Hopefully I’ll find more self-control come September.
Midweek Musings
Before a company is allowed to release something like tight yoga pants, the sales executives must be exposed to a policeman-style lineup of every sort of person who may end up wearing them -particularly the backside, picking-up-something view.
Sheesh, women. You do know they go more transparent when stretched like that, right?
Still a Boy Mom
As I held my sweet little first grader in my arms, I lovingly said, “Agh! Don’t sneeze on my arm twice, then fart on my hand.”
He, of course, just giggled.
Midweek Musings on Irony
Isn’t life ironic, don’t you think?
Although, it’s not so much like rain on your wedding day as
That car that pulls out right when you walk up to its much closer parking space, from where you had to park a mile away.
More Boy Mom Musings
Only as a Boy Mom will you hear sweet, whispered sentiments, like:
I just swallowed my vomit. I love you, Mom!
But what if I want to bite you?
and, at midday:
I’m commando.
(Hopefully. Please tell me girls are different.)
Don’t Worry
I don’t know why I’m such a pessimist. According to my blood type, I should B+.
Boy Mom
I am the mother of four boys. Most days I have a lot of difficulty convincing myself that, at some time in the future, a female is going to be attracted to them.
Hump Day, Again
That’s it. I don’t want to save any more daylight.
