Oh, no, I'm not tired. I really prefer to get up every three hours of the night every night for a year. Doesn't everyone?
Well, I really don't feel like eating by the time I've got dinner cooked. I'd rather just fix all the plates and cups and then leave the table to nurse the baby.
Yes, I would love to use that snotty scrap of toilet tissue off the floor, so you just go ahead and take the roll in your toy shopping cart.
I find that tripping over toys really keeps me on my toes, so why don't you just go ahead and scatter them all over the floor.
I prefer to carry a screaming baby around until my back aches. After all, it's such a good workout.
It doesn't really matter if I look haggard and unkempt. I don't ever have a chance to look in the mirror, and if I did clean up, the kids probably wouldn't recognize me.
Please, don't take my picture. I probably don't want to remember what I look like anyway.
No, I don't need sleep, food or a break. After all, I'm just a mom. Everyone knows moms can keep going on love alone, so why mess with a good thing?
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You need to have Stephen give you a foot massage and a steak dinner.
ReplyDeleteYou are one of the best mommies I know! You put your boys first and in the future they will remember that!:)
ReplyDeleteSo true ....laughing at it keeps you sane, sort of.. You keep writing..it is great for you and cheaper than a therapist!
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