I love picking up Ella, feeling wetness on my arm and realizing I’m covered in shit to my elbows.
Speaking of poopy diapers, I adore when I change a poopy diaper and within minutes it’s filled again! Yay.
I also love when I make Carson’s favorite lunch and he proceeds to pitch most of it on the floor and tells the dogs “sank sou” (thank you) when they gobble it up. Ahh. Gee. Manners.
My favorite is when I stumble groggily back to bed at 4 AM after feeding Ella only to nearly pass out from the noxious odor that awaits me. It’s even better if Tate starts giggling like a school girl and I get to punch him in the back.
I love shopping at Walfart, running errands in traffic while listening to the same Thomas DVD over and over and over, balancing the checkbook, sitting on hold with the
comcastic shitastic cable company, trying on clothes in dressing rooms and having the fluorescent lighting cast a lovely glow over my cottage cheese…
What do you love?
I am not in a bad mood, I am not in a bad mood, I am not in a bad mood. I am not in a bad mood. I am not in a bad mood. I am not in a bad mood.