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This being a grown up stuff, well it’s not nearly as much fun as I thought it would be…
We’re running late and G doesn’t like the one remaining clean pair of underwear in his drawer, and A needs yet another form signed right now or the world will end, right now!, and I’m making coffee, because I need the coffee, and water drips from the ceiling, and the kid’s tub is right above the kitchen, and more water pours down. At work I see and I am asked to mediate four kinds of abuse and dysfunction and it’s not even lunch time. Lessons for one kid and the other one is in the foulest of moods, no water at home, hubs is still working on the plumbing, so we go to a restaurant but no one talks and the stink eye bounces around freely. Then ah, the most dreaded time of day, homework. I love seeing my kids learn but this after this day, no one is in the zone. So I buy myself flowers while running out for milk and there is always tomorrow. I hope someday when G and A have beautiful families of their own, that I get a call and hear a story like this. I’ll bring over grocery store flowers and they will know their mother’s heart and life a bit better. And to my sweet mama, I apologize for any static I ever threw your way.