Your child doesn't care if grandma doesn't feel well. Before this moment of temporary bliss ,I have been whacked with swords expectedly and UNexpectedly in the face and other body parts,I have been knocked backwards off the white stool into the bathtub as he gleefully toppled off the potty on top of me, I have cleaned milk off the recliner in an attempt to drink milk from the bowl like a big boy while giggling like a toddler , I have been offered a drink of my coffee with all of his forceful might , from my mug with a 1/8 inch hole In it ,but somehow managing to make a quarter cup of coffee pour out through it ,all over me AND my white t , post toilet topper . I have eaten cottage cheese and Shrimp in a cave from a fork that was perpetually empty everytime it reached my mouth , by a food monster sitting very nearby with a devilish grin on his face , I was forced to go to jail in the corner of the room and to get out I had to pay 50 cents and then coerced into buying a slushy at sonic , which resulted in a banana split blast , while we were on our way over the river and through the woods to grandmas house , to which I was instructed to "go to bed" and "tell me not to get in the bed with you" and was asleep in 5 minutes, by the most wonderful grandson in the world.
Oh... And I was stabbed repeatedly with a Christmas cheese spreader and then retrieved it from the washing machine.
All if that and then some between the hours if 8 and 1...That should be the the title of something for mom or kids, " all of that and then some between the hours of 8 and 1" .
And Men should be forced to read it.
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