I’ve committed two of the worst sins that a mommyblogger could commit.
Firstly, I failed at wishing those of you who are mothers a Happy Mother’s Day yesterday. Please forgive me, I’ve been busy being a MOTHER, so certainly you understand. I want you to know that _I_ know just how hard you work as a mom and just how little recognition that you get. I know all about the doctor’s appointment that you remembered to make for your kiddo (an appointment you made while you stirred dinner on the stove, broke up a fight, and changed a load of laundry). I also know that you can find almost any lost toy/lovey/umbrella/lunch box/shoe. I know that you remembered to pick up another gallon of milk and that you know that the macaroni and cheese most certainly cannot touch the strawberries OR ELSE. I know that you lose it sometimes and that sometimes you feel like you’re overwhelmed.
I’m really just trying to say that I KNOW about all the things you do and I’m totally impressed with your awesomeness.
Sin, the second, is a crime so heinous, I pray the mommyblogging police don’t come after me.
Three years ago yesterday, I gave birth to a five pound, seven ounce baby girl, which means that I didn’t write the obligatory birthday post yesterday for my baby, who ISN’T A BABY ANYMORE.
She’s my little girl, without whom, the world wouldn’t be as bright, my sides wouldn’t be so sore from laughing, and my family would be woefully incomplete. I cannot find the words to type in a single blog post that could even come close to conveying how much I adore my beautiful girl.