A slave at home mother of three girls, attempts to stay sane.
Where lofty goals meet a dose of reality! Gone are the days of primping and looking fabulous . Now I am thrilled if I have on clean clothes and remembered to put on deodorant. I knew I forgot something...again!
Just discovered that Middle C has been experimenting with urine collection. I found a bucket in her room this morning. When I asked her about it she said,"Ummm...I am practicing being a nurse, they have to work with tinkle." I shook my head. "What? They said on TV that trying things will help me know what I want to be when I grow up. Seriously!" My response was probably not one any parenting book would suggest. "Well try being a janitor and clean this shit up" (yes I shit, it just slipped, out it was 6:30 in the morning.) Claire glared at me and stomped her foot, " It is not shit, it is tinkle AND you said a bad word." Why yes, yes I did.