This is a conversation with my mom, it may be a bit editorialized....but the jist is there.
Mom: Your pajama post on your blog was really funny.
Me: Oh Mom, she was throwing such a fit that she even threatened to "sale" her pajamas if I didn't help her.
Mom: What?
Me: You know..."If nobody helps me I'm going to sale them!" Seriously Mom, how did I end up with two drama queens?
Mom: She reminds me of you. *snicker snicker*
Me: Oh!
Mom: Well...you know your saying, "I open my mouth and my mother comes out?"
Me: Uhhh....
Mom: Give the girls a hug for me. *snicker snicker* (maybe she wasn't snickering outside, but I know she was inside)
This is what I have been thinking since this conversation....Was I such a horrible child that I deserve two of me?
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'snicker snicker' says momma and auntie Diana
You'll make it through... your mom did :) and my mom did... and I know sometimes when I open my mouth, my mom comes out too :)
It's a good thing. :)
Well, my brother was, lets say, wild, and he got FOUR wild kids!
That is the bright side! And he only got crazier as a teen, his oldest is going to be a teenager this summer! I can't WAIT!!!!
I do feel your pain! I was a quite child, Russ is a quiet child. Jedd on the other hand.....whew! He wears me out!
This too shall pass.
Breathe.
Laugh or else you'll cry!
Love the new pictures on the fashion show!
Dare I say, Don't ask a question you don't want an answer to...
My dad doesn't bother with a snicker...he'll bust out a gut laughing...even if I'm in the middle of tears...
The girls will be doing something...and I will be 'bothered' even though I can actually remember doing the exact same thing myself.
Some of my favorites...listening in to adults conversations (trying to pretend I wasn't)...hiding my shoes when it was time to leave somewhere...stalling at bed time...etc.
My girls are really, really, really loud and lately I have been wondering what exactly I did to deserve the volume my girls produce.
Girls, girls, girls... being girls ourselves it is so easy to compare, wonder, and expect them to be "just" like we were or are... the pressure.
I love your pajama poem and then to think that she just might have to sale them if she doesn't get any help! Enjoy these moments. It reminds me of the song "You're gonna miss this" by Trace Adkins.
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