* when I say you I do mean me *
Sometimes…
you idiotically drop a crate on your toe and seriously question your lack of coordination being that you do things like this on a regular basis.
Sometimes…
you wonder if wiping pee off of toilet seats is a job all mom’s of boys do upon the hour.
Sometimes…
you’re a little too irritated to be in the same room as your husband so you make a point to sulk somewhere all the while you really want to sit next to him so he can “see” that you’re giving him the silent treatment and maybe, just maybe you’ll open up about what’s bothering you. Oh the joys of being a woman.
Sometimes…
you need to plop your-sorry-self in front of a computer screen to read about the beauty/agony/sacrifice/glory of motherhood so you can get up and mother your own little ones with more joy and less weariness.
Sometimes…
you realize your life is pretty sweet and the hiccups are just that, little and inconsequential compared to the gift of being a wife and mother.
Wishing everyday-gifts this week will be abundant & apparent for you!