Happy Sumthin Day
I’ve been sitting on this one for several weeks. Mostly because I’m still in shock, but I’m also slightly embarrassed. We all realize I am not winning Mother of the Year after that little incident where I inadvertently left Chubs home alone. (In my defense, when I saw her lunch bag on the counter, I did manage to get THAT to school. Just forgot Chubs along with it.)
Before the school year ended for M, they had a Mother’s Day / Father’s Day shindig. It was very sweet. We had breakfast, watched a video the kids made about why they love us (most of them said they loved their mom and dad because their mom and dad loved them…that’s not how it works! That’s not how any of this works!) and we got to read a book they wrote about us. Awww.
Hmm. Real Estate Dad is 5 years old and weighs 100 lbs. She nailed that silver fox hair though.
M loves when her mom gets puppies. Well, that ain’t ending anytime soon M!
It bugs my mom when I don’t go to bed. You got that right sister.
To relax my mom likes to work. Well…I guess I do work a lot.
My mom always says “Don’t make a mess.” Hmm. The teachers saw this, good lord how embarrassing. Wonder what Dad always says.
I love you?!?!?! Dad always says I love you and I always say Don’t Make a Mess. Jesus.
My mom is really good at cocaine. Wait. That’s not what it says.
I was eavesdropping on the the other kids when they were reading their books to their parents. Everyone else pretty much got off better than I did. They were younger, relaxed more and said nicer things to their kids. And not one of them did cocaine.
There’s always next year.