Ugh, I have been up since 5:30 this morning with the baby, its now 9:17 am and I have all my chores done, I'm so tired I would give anything to just go back to bed, I have spit up in my hair, Faith has already put away 2 hot dogs this morning she has chewed up pieces of hot dog in her hair and she smells like them too. Who eats hot dogs first thing in the morning anyway? And my 5 year old's over developed optimism, and genuine good cheer only make me more cranky, If only I could bottle up a 5 year old's enthusiasm for each day and sell it I would be rich, But while I am technically poor, I am rich in toothless grins, hot dog residue kisses, warm newborn breaths on my neck, perhaps I could muster up some of this optimism and good cheer after all...
2 comments:
That's My Girl! Proud to be your friend and thankful that we can laugh about motherhood together! Gotta Love It!
Love ya!
Rebecca
Nice. What it is with Faith and processed meat. Doesn't she have an obsession with Bologna too? You gotta love it!
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