Allowing for the possibility that I am a complete wimp:
these kids are wearing me slap out.
Moms who homeschool, preschool, or think mother’s morning out programs are a tool of the devil: hats off to you. I imagine your house is also clean. I’m just trying to keep my head above water here while also making sure my children practice safe poolside practices.
This week has kicked my proverbial parenting tail. If only they weren’t cute. I’m convinced that’s how God protects them.
The zinnias are slamming and yesterday bitty G looked at this vase on the coffee table, eyed me all hopeful-like, stuck that cute little finger up and asked “one flower?”
No, baby…all the flowers in the whole wide world.
