Life is sweet.
Sometimes, in the business of everyday life, I forget how good I’ve got it.
I’m silly that way.
I mean, it’s hard. It’s crazy busy. After all, I have three kids, a husband, three cats, and a huge, smelly dog. These all need tending. In fact, they need a LOT of tending. Especially the dog, because wow. Candles aren’t cutting it at this point, and he’s shedding like nobody’s business. Plus, he has horrible gas. I’m not even kidding. He can clear a room with one well-placed emission.
ANYWAY.
I love it all. The business, the craziness, the hecticness (that’s not a word, but I’m making it a word. Make a note of it.). I mean, what else would I be doing if it weren’t for this?
(If I gave it a few minutes, I bet I could think of a few things. But we’re going to disregard that.)
I’m definitely not a Super Mom. Super Moms do stuff like drive their kids to soccer practice while simultaneously authoring their opinion on managed healthcare and filling their gas tank. They always look good, like with actual makeup and EVERYTHING. They actually take showers! Daily! With soap!
I’m not a Super Mom, but I do have some pretty super sidekicks. I live in a small town in the Northwest that’s full of really gorgeous moms that look perfectly put together all the time, even at 7:30 in the morning dropping off the kids at school, which is hard, because hello? It’s 7:30 in the morning. I’m lucky if I remember to put my pants on at that time of day. I have a cute little house with a fun yard that I like to putter in (and hopefully keep the killing of plants to a minimum). I have not one, but TWO, minivans. Which puts me right up there with Mrs. Brady. Except mine doesn’t have wood panels and bench seats. I don’t do laundry, but I put it away. And I love, love, LOVE to cook. Like, for real. Really really real.
I might not be a Super Mom, but I did manage to put my pants on this morning. Does that count?
