Sometimes, you wake up to find that your kids made breakfast. They ate a Costco size container of strawberries, some pop rocks and a Jacek chocolate bar you were saving for a Monday afternoon pick me up.
Sometimes, your kid is going to want to leave the house in a neon tulle skirt, in October, and a pajama top that she didn’t want to take off since the night before.
Sometimes, that same kid is going to have a meltdown at the park because you have to go to Costco and get nuts, smoothie stuff, lunch snacks and dinner ingredients for the week.
Sometimes, you just make the decision to not brush your child’s hair because you are picking your battles and they look like they don’t have an adult to take care of them.
Sometimes, that same kid is going to spill an adult size cup of orange fruitopia on you while you’re at McDonalds for dinner because grocery shopping for $290 worth of food at Costco didn’t put you in the mood to cook.
Sometimes, those pants dry on your legs, and you get ready for bed wondering how you got so sticky.
Sometimes, your kid gets into your makeup again and uses your black mascara to fill in her blonde brows.
Sometimes, you forget to buy razors, despite the fact that you were at two stores – and your legs are starting to resemble an ancient rainforest.
Sometimes, you just don’t have it in you to read a chapter of James and the giant Peach. Then, you remember that you didn’t read it at bedtime any night last week, and the mom guilt kicks in… until…you hear the whining.
Sometimes, you’re going to have enough and when you’re tasked with the whining of why the youngest kid still gets to sleep in your room, and your hilarious answer of “because we like her more” – is not received well from a six year old,
Sometimes, you’ll smile over a glass of wine, and a wink at your husband because he’s on bedtime duty.
Sometimes it’s Sunday, and your day looked just like that. Sometimes, the next day is better. Usually, the next day is better.