Lately, I don't feel like the world's greatest mom.
While Oliver was at visitation today, I took the remaining four kids to McDonald's. And fed them JUNK. Why? Because they had video games there and I really wanted to just sit in the (relative) silence for ten minutes.
I have been counting the free sample lessons on the Teaching Textbooks website as math for the three older kids all week.
I didn't vacuum this morning, and there is dog hair all over the floor downstairs.
I need a haircut.
I would rather read to my kids than load the dishwasher.
My cousin is on vacation and I miss getting her emails and talking to her.
I realize suddenly that Manolin turning one is going to hit me like a ton of bricks.
I think I'm beginning to HATE Oliver's social worker. Seriously--HATE. I don't HATE anyone. Well ... until now.
My husband makes our bed every morning because I just don't care if it gets done or not.
The flowers in pots on my front porch died. Already. Bummer.
I plan on going to the Y early for my workout tonight because I want to bring the little guys home while the big ones are at AWANA and just be alone.
I am wearing the "WORLD'S GREATEST MOM" badge that Atticus made me today.
I am not looking forward to my homeschool support group meeting tomorrow night.
I haven't called to check in on my disabled mom in nearly a week.
That's the real me today. Warts and all. Love it or leave it. How real can you be this rainy Thursday?