Some days, being a MOM is just plain hard.
Some days, I don't want to cut out the sections in a grapefruit for a pleading child.
Some days, I don't want to get involved in the squabbles of my kids.
Some days, I don't want to play Candyland.
Some days, I want to rub their sweet, little faces in peanut butter until they like it.
Some days, I wish my kids could watch movies ALL DAY LONG.
Some days, I only want to give my kids hot dogs and potato chips for lunch...no fruit, I know.
Some days, I want the last brownie, or cookie, or piece of gum, or, or . . .
Some days, I don't care if they wear the same socks 4 days in a row.
Some days, I wish I could watch movies ALL DAY LONG.
Some days, I want to send my kids to bed without kisses or songs.
If I'm happy with min-wheats for dinner, why aren't you?
Some days, I wish I could impose an ALL DAY reading day.
Some days, I don't want to have to explain the WHY'S of everything.
Some days, I wonder what the house would look like if we never cleaned up.
Some days, I don't want the responsibility that "if momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy."
Some days, a deserted island sounds like HEAVEN.
Some days, I want to make my kids lick up the pee around the toilet so they NEVER MISS AGAIN!
Most days, I love being a mom.
Some days, well . . .
All I can say is, I'm glad that days are 24 hours and we can start again. Oh, and laughter truly is the best medicine.