And there's always the struggle du jour, which this week entails keeping the baby out of the foil-baggie-plastic-wrap drawer where, once she gains entry, she empties all 95 sandwich baggies (which are very slippery when stepped on) from the box and all over the kitchen floor. Last week it was keeping her out of the computer disks and the week before it was keeping her out of her daddy's briefcase.
Then there are all of the mental aspects. Always feeling like your day could have been better spent, like your handling of a situation was definitely sub par, like if you were smarter, better organized, or maybe nicer, your day and the day of those in your care would have been more spectacular. Oh, the woes of the common mom! Let's not even talk about the lack of privacy in the bathroom, the laundry room, behind the couch, or even under my bed. . .
A morning or so ago I was in the midst of a struggle or two. I thought lunch time would never arrive. Actually, I thought my Man would never get home for
When the Calvary did come home for lunch, he suggested that perhaps it would be a good idea for this common mom to jump into the truck and ride off to procure a nice quiet sweet tea--you know, the kind in the special Styrofoam cup.