Fuck those GROWING piles of receipts, laundry, clothes to grow into, clothes to pass on, toys and books for now, for when they are older, and waiting to be passed on. I am a stay-home mom to our boys, who will be small only once. Honestly, the boundary of going to work would be easier than this infinite cycle of responsibility and awareness for all matters household and family. It is my/our good fortune to experience in full, these precious first years. For each hour of sleep I am recompensed, the enjoyment of these days is exponentially greater. It seems I may be due some back pay.
Michele awarded me "Kick Ass Blogger" and you trusted I was going to give some good blog, I apologize because