Groceries and Toilet Paper
My children, friends and husband thinks I’m a good mom. I do not think I am a good mom. An "ok"one yes. A "good" one - no. Could I do more ? I could do tons more. When ? I do not know. I am so tired today that I could just about drop over right now but here I sit blogging away. LOL. Why blogging ? Because tomorrow is the first day of school and I did it.
Did what ? I got everything ready for tomorrow. I visited with my sister and niece, talked with my mother, talked with friends, took the kids to lunch and dinner, bought shoes, school uniforms, supplies, and typed up 2 book reports due in the morning. Nothing like a quiet day. I even bought groceries and toilet paper. Groceries and toilet paper. Somebody ought to make a song about them. It’s the two things we are always out of here in the house. I bet it is the same in your house. When you run out of something in your house I bet it is either groceries or toilet paper. Having 3 bathrooms here really helps though. "Hey G, go check your bathroom and see if there is any toilet paper in there. It’s needed in the big bathroom." Don’t tell me you’ve never yelled that. I know you have.
Speaking of the house - it looks like a tornado has come through. I have finally gotten to the point where I warn people , "sure you can come in but know the house is a wreck" and then I let them on in. Yes, I hate it on the inside but I’m pretty sure their house isn’t perfect all the time either. Please tell me it isn’t so.
My throat is still killing me. I’ve got some viral something or other. Glands all swollen out. Throat red as heck. Oh, well. When you’re a mother you don’t stop. You can’t stop. Well, maybe to buy some groceries and toilet paper. hehe.
So, I’m off to bed to try and sleep. I hate freaking getting up early in the morning but you know after the kiddies are on the bus I’m going to have PEACE AND QUIET around here. Ah, motherhood bliss. Peace and quiet. Along with groceries and toilet paper. (And dangit - it should be spelled toliet peper- cause that’s how my fingers keep typing it).
Peace out and butterfly kisses.
