A insightful look into mothering children, surviving children, and a woman's life in general. Written by an in the trenches mother of three who's simply trying to dodge shrapnel and raise three fairly well adjusted human beings. Put on your flack jackets and enter the fray.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Where's the soap when we need it?
The Man to Bug: Go clean up your room and pick up your toys.
TM: Excuse me? You don't tell me no.
Bug; I said no. Whatcha gonna do about it? Cry?
I need good strong soap and a child's mouth washed out right about now.