I had a fabulous hair day yesterday. The kind that makes you think, “I need to go out tonight and take this awesomeness to a whole other level!” Then I remembered that I’m married with three kids, so I went to the grocery store instead.
I had a couple of hours to myself yesterday morning, so I spent them the way any normal mom would. Driving around aimlessly, overindulging on junk food, singing at the top of my lungs, and stopping at random stores to buy crap I don’t need.
As a stay at home mom, this is the cheapest form of therapy I can find.
Sometimes, when the kids are playing too quietly in the other room, and I know one of them is probably causing the kind of trouble that I secretly hope their own children will cause some day, I’ll whisper, “chocolate…” to see who comes running the fastest. That’s the person who doesn’t get in trouble. That’s really all that needs to be said about my parenting skills.