Last night as I deposited my weary frame onto my bed, I was clobbered (is that a word?) by children. They had apparently decided that it was make fun of mother night.
I was informed that I smell bad. Okay, I know my hair was dirty and it really did need a shampoo that day. In my defense, I was short on time. I admit I knew it was a bit smokey smelling from being on the patio around the fire pit the day before. I had tried to
They didn't stop there with the devastation to my self-esteem. No, they got down and dirty. They cut me deep. They said I have two chins. And they named the second one. Can you believe the nerve of these kids? Sylvia, that is what they call it - my second chin. At this point in the conversation, I am quite sure that these children who look familiar are not really mine. My children wouldn't make fun of their dear hardworking mother.
Yeah, right!
About 2:30 a.m. this morning, the eldest of the brood was up vomiting and pitifully asking for his dear mother. And do you know what I did? I sent Sylvia to help him.
Just joking. Of course I took good care of my baby. But I couldn't help thinking that it might be a bit of retribution for making fun of dear mother.
Oh, I am just kidding about that, too.
Last week I was wearing one of hubby's big hooded sweatshirts. As much as I hate to admit it, his clothes feel better than mine. I am long waisted and have a hard time with my shirt tails being too short. I was lamenting this fact when my oldest daughter says that I need to buy EBR jeans.
I naively grabbed the hook. "What are EBR jeans," I ask. "Extra butt room" says the girl genius.
So I guess I need to shop for some EBR jeans. At least I won't be lonely. I will have Sylvia to keep me company.
I am off now to check on my sick one. Hardworking mothers are good at caregiving and being the brunt of jokes. Hug your family tonight and have some fun!
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