My mother watched my childrens for me. She's a saint. Watching these childrens is not something for the fainthearted. And I love my mother because she does it, she doesn't complain about it, even when Maggie throws a tantrum about wanting juice when the juice is all gone and all we have is milk or water. And then when I come home my mom tells me how adorable my children are which is so nice of her, because she's probably tempted to go running and screaming from the house. But she never does.
4 comments:
That is because your kids ARE adorable and your mom...well...yeah...she's a saint! I love her.
I vote sainthood for Meridee, too. No contest.
I hear ya!! That's when you know you've got a Saint. That is the most AWESOME feeling in the world.
Oh, bless your guts! I scrambled over here after reading your super-adorable letter on Design Mom. You're a hoot!
- A reader all the way from down in itty bitty NZ
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