That Boy

My feet hurt.

My mind is tired.

I cleaned the kitchen, like, five-hundred times today.

But it was a good day.

Being a Mom, it totally works for me.

Not that I'm, like, awesome at it though...

Sidekick Sister said to me tonight, "Mom, you need somebody to teach you how to have patience when you're talking with your children."

Spouse-the-Even-Keeled said, "Who is going to help her with that?"  He really was trying to help me out.  He was trying to get her to say that she needed to behave better.

But instead she said, "That boy right there," and pointed at him.

Ain't it the truth.

Love that kid.  Love my job.  Can't wait to be patient like that boy.

The End.