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I’m gonna let you sit with that for a day or two. We’ll circle back, but wanted to throw this out there for people who are struggling to do more, better, faster, higher.

My Google search shows I am…..a MOM.

Mom. MOM. Mommmmm. Mooooomm. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.

I just sat in the parking lot of a gym, eating candy. I was supposed to be here to sign up, but none of these folks looked any happier than me to be here…

I just finished my candy bar, so time to go!

I was trying to talk to the girls about learning a different language, because I found an immersion school I’d love for them to attend. I always regretted we weren’t speaking other languages in school as kids. I was explaining that we have a global economy, etc very important.

Evie let me know she’s already on top of it, she can talk with animals. Lily assured me she knows lots of different voices. She demonstrated by speaking baby, fairy, queen, and monster.

My kids are definitely going to Harvard.

#ivyleaguebound #livevicariously

This morning we left early enough to drop all the littles off at their respective schools for the day, and have time for a quick egg sandwich with JUST E and me. We rarely have a chance to be together, the 2 of us alone, in the hustle and bustle of 3 kids and work.

Today was the day my eldest and I would have a few moments, and I was so excited to ask, “E, want to go get an egg sandwich with mommy before school or shes would you rather we go home and ride the bus?” We all know the answer……duh! Egg sandwiches are our thing. The tie that bonds, our appreciation for a good breakfast sandwich and time together.

But today she replied, “hmmm, would we be late to school?”

“No, right on time,” I replied.

“Mmm, I’ll ride the bus so I can see my friend Sara”

Silence.

Realization.

I’ve been sold out for a 7 year old.

They say it goes fast, and I know tonight after school we’ll snuggle, but sometimes “fast” runs up and smacks you in the face when you least expect it.

Just received my first, “I hate you.”

Hello benchmark of true love.

She’s my 4 year old daughter who got homemade yogurt smoothie instead of the kind that comes in a mini bottle from the store.  You’re welcome.  Happy New Year!

If the future of the world depended on my kids being silent, you’d all better start to live like you’re dying

I have not had a moment of silence in 6 years, 5 months, and 12 hours.

…in tune to & simultaneously with your kids’ screams, while probably not helpful in any situation, is definitely cathartic. I just did it. While I feel slight shame, I feel relieved of my burden of anger at my ineptitude and their stubbornness.

Try it. Then apologize to your kids, because that is truly modeling good behavior.

I used “kids'” plural possessive, because once you start…they all join in. Just a warning.

#ijustcant