More Mommy Chaos
Okay, so, you are getting the feel of my dysfunctional times, I gather. I just feel very supported when I can share my musings with other mothers out there who may feel alone sometimes in the chaos.
So, yesterday my laundry was up to my eyelids, and I grabbed it all into garbage
bags and deceded to do it at my parent's home, nonwithstanding the fact that
the sewage would bubble up a little higher in the front yard, due to the overflowing
septic tank. I'm sorry, Dad.
(Just to let you know that bowel movement that is sitting near the deceased marigold
plants from mother's day 1984 WAS NOT MINE. I did not consume corn that day.)
Okay, so I needed to go to the store whilst at mom and dad's and realized that
my favorite coat was ripped at the zipper, fully exposing the cotton batting inside. I looked like the biggest dork!
Mom offered me several hues and styles
of nerdy-ish jackets, but nope. I grabbed the stapler off off father's trusty
desk and several staples later, emerged and went to the store.
If you don't look closely, my jacket looks good as new, and thus, I'll wear
it to church tomorrow.
Braxton is now upon my loins, so I won't mention at this time how I lost all
my bras in the filthy laundry pile and DID duct tape my breasts in frustration.
Just ask my mom, dad, or my kids. They'll tell ya some stories!