I pray every day....

that I will not put my children up for sale on Ebay or leave them at the store where they are throwing the fit.

For instance. I was at Target today, and being the WONDERFUL mom I am (not) thought that I would be nice and let them sit in the "limo" cart. You know what I'm talking about... the one where there is the cart, and then the four foot extra seat part where the children sit and it is about as long as a limo?! Yeah... so that lasted about five minutes before the princess started beating the crap out of her brother. And then they had to switch places, and then fought over the buckles and then switched places again?! ARG. It was then I contemplated to just leave them there and let them duke it out while I shopped in peace. BUT, I didn't. I should have. Because not ten minutes later, the boy was on the ground crying (in the middle of the exit doors) because of who knows why, while the Princess has run away to the entrance trying to go through those doors. That is when I was telling myself that I couldn't just leave. I had to stay there and take them home with me... first off, beause the Princess knows my phone number so they would hunt me down, and I really would feel bad for the people that took my kids home. :)

Nevertheless, I went home (with kids in tote) and we survived another day.... BARELY, but we did.

---Niece

Snot rag.

There are many times in a day that one or both of my children (ages two and four) come and "give me a hug" to either wipe their snotty noses on my pants, skirts, or shoulders. The first "hug" usually comes about three minutes after I put on my pants. I know this comes with the "joys" of motherhood, but really!? On my new black shirt I just got at Target?! ARG.

Point of the story. I was at dance the other day, and saw a Mom with dried snot on her shoulder. AWESOME. I felt much better, knowing that my shoe had just been peed on by The Boy...


Niece.