I rarely re-blog the work of someone else, but this is a dear friend of mine. We Skype nearly every day, connected by our ability to laugh through tears and to be as awful as we want to be and no one says “boo”. Despite sharing our lives through wires and satellites, this post was like a gut punch. She deftly tells about her day with her smart, frustrating, funny and angry boy.
I remind myself that this too shall pass.
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
Missing Easter eggs–taken from fridge–still not found?
This too shall pass.
Two teardrop shaped containers of food coloring found in son’s bedroom. Two still unaccounted for. Mattress now looks like Jackson Pollock vomited there.
This too shall pass.
No clean clothes today…most of child’s pants cut up by scissors or missing. Must remember to check the heat ducts later…
This too shall pass.
Looks in fridge. *Stares blankly* Where’d the chicken go?
This too shall pass.
If you are a happy parent, please stop reading here. If you find fulfillment of life in nurturing and raising your beautiful, perfect little yous. Go away. This is not the blog you are looking for and I won’t be nice about it.
If, however, you have had dark thoughts on miserable, cold days. If you haven’t showered in forever and aren’t entirely sure…
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