I am a Stay-at-home mom.
The laundry is always behind…and someone is always missing a sock.
I spend more time cleaning up after my two year old, than I do myself.
I can count the number of times that I have gone to the bathroom in private in the past two and a half years, on one hand.
The dishwasher, though I love him for doing the hard work for me, is my worst enemy. When they learn to empty themselves then-and only then, will I be content.
There are times when you will find more crumbs on the floor than on a plate. Those are the times that I wish we had a dog.
If I had a dollar for every time I refilled juice during the course of a 24 hour period, I could retire in Bora Bora.
If I had a quarter for every time I hear the word “Mama!” during the day, I could buy Bora Bora.
I listen to more crying, more screaming and more tantrums in a week than I care to even count.
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