…I got to pop my own bubble wrap.
…Mealtime didn’t take two hours.
…”Accidents” meant something like a car crash, or a slip on the ice. (And I realize this could be taken two ways!)
…I only had to brush my own teeth.
…Bathtime was relaxing.
…I remembered to brush my hair every day.
…I didn’t try to align my shower time with Dragon Tales.
…I laughed at the words “This plastic bag is not a toy.”
…My shirts stayed snot-free.
Before kids, I thought mine would never be naughty. And I’m sure when they’re teenagers they’ll never talk back to me!
Tags: mommyhood
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