Mother’s are made of hugs and kisses, giggles and raspberries, it’s true. But they’re also made of tantrums and whining, throw-up and poopy diapers, sassy know-it-all back-talkers and selective-hearing little monkeys.
This is what it is though, and it is my life. So I’ve got to just suck it up and keep running.

May 12, 2010