The following was taken from a conversation I had with Lance a few days ago . . .
Me: "UGH not this again," looking at a kitchen full of dishes from just one days' worth of food consumption (I mean I can't believe we are supposed to slave over them every single day!).
Still Me: "I mean is this my purpose? All this beauty, brains, and charm spent with a life of dishes? I HATE doing dishes and I hate making like 100 meals a day and I hate waking up every morning to get kids to school and I hate making sure homework is done and reading is done and baths are taken and clothes are clean and teeth are brushed and rooms are clean!!!"
Lance: "Umm I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say all of that cuz I don't know what to do with this conversation." (He's incredibly sensitive)
Me: "I mean I'm not going to run off or anything, I had these kids and I'm going to woman-up (I changed that cliche' saying) and take care of them, but sometimes I just hate it!
Lance: Silence - shoots me a scared look . . .
At least I felt better after giving my feelings a voice. Then tonight we finally had our yearly "school blessings" and I peeked during Zoey's as she sat there blushing with a huge grin on her face the whole time her Dad was blessing her, while simultaneously Zane was snuggled up to me on the couch stroking my arm and laying his head on my shoulder. I ended the day by looking at some pictures of Chubs and I couldn't believe how much I loved them.
The End.