raise your hand if you called it: if you knew i was due for a bitchfest after such a nice lovey blog yesterday.
*raises hand*
well done, you pessimist you.
yesterday it fell apart, just as i clicked “publish.” i whined and cried and begged for calgon to take me already. i took back every nice thing i ever said about attachment parenting. i told my kids that i’d miss them a little when i ran away. i decided once and for all that i’d rather be doing something else, thankyouverymuch.
then, with a sling-ed two-year-old, i played with the haiku magnets on the fridge:
and i totally cracked myself up.
rinse and repeat.
HA! art and words are lifesavers. they make sense of the madness for us.
love it!!
good job.
add to list ” must paint my life pretty”
and that is the part where I fly to the rescue
that’s the terri we know and love. leave the other stuff for soulemama. OK fine you can have moments of solitude and gratitude. just keep the fridge magnets nearby for a zinger when needed…
I’m glad to know that you cracked up, because even though I felt like I SHOULD be feeling sympathetic…. I cracked up!
“Don’t die, don’t do weed.”
LOL… You KNOW ya don’t nEEd it.
Is that really your mom who wrote, “Don’t do weed” ?? HA HA HA!! I love it. I know, on terrible days I give my AP notions the finger when brandon gets home, practically racing for the car and driving to…anywhere! Playing loud music and remembering crazier days of different types of eXcape.
You are not alone! (I say this while 4 year old hammers a small nail 259 times into a piece of wood right behind my head in hte studio….aaah..mornings).
xo p
Did Dan write that one?
oh my goodness…my stomach hurts so much from laughing at this..
uhmhowmuchamicrushingonyoualready?!!
just found myself on your blog, after clickin thru many avenues. I think I was destined to find it, eventually. My kids lost all my poetry magnets. At the very least, I can still spell out “pot” on my fridge
(with the alphabet magnets that remain)