My life is good and I love my kids but today I didn't want to be a mom.
Today Lennon woke up crying and he's still crying about, oh, I don't know....everything.
Today my kitchen floor felt sticky.
Today there was no food in the house so we went to the store.
Today Lennon had to have the blue car-cart but there was no blue car-cart.
Today we waited for a blue car-cart. And once we had it and I was pushing it around the store with two kids inside I thought, "What has become of me? Pushing a CAR CART?"
Today I opened a box of cereal bars in an aisle to pacify a two year old.
Today I forgot to eat breakfast (this never happens) so I came home from the store with Oreos, ice cream sandwiches, animal cookies (pink and white ones), and other crap I don't usually buy but for some reason really needed to have today.
Today I opened my trunk to unload groceries just to have it all topple out, including milk which exploded at my feet.
Today I transferred the contents of one milk jug to another -- a messy task.
Today at the bank drive-thru I wanted to slide out of my crumb-filled car and become that lady behind the glass who sits at her quiet desk and sends money in tubes all day.
Today I've let Peter Pan take care of Lennon instead of doing it myself.
Today I changed the diaper of a two year old who ate half a watermelon yesterday. Enough said.
Today I didn't feel like being a mom but usually I do. Really.