Sometimes I Just Don't
It must be Friday. It must be Friday, because I feel the need to confess. If you need want to confess you can go and visit Mamarazzi .... Glamazon that lucky girl is going on vacation. I confess... Sometimes I just don't want to be the mom. The go to gal. The answer lady. Sometimes I just want to be left alone in my own little corner. Sometimes I just want to go on strike. I am not a fan of teenage crisis and angst. I am not a fan of petty arguing between siblings I left my dishes in the sink last night But in my defense I was on the go all.day.long. I would list it out but I would probably get too tired and trail off to sleep. I will say when I finally got home and was able to sit. That is all I did. I sat like a lump for the rest of the night. I am beyond thrilled that this is the last day of school before Spring break. Is it because I get my kids to myself 24/7? That joy might last a couple of hours a day or two. No, it's because there is no homew