I often feel like motherhood and marriage requires us to be magicians.
Because don't you just love when your husband announces
he's just invited 5 of his buddies to come hang out for the big game.
Requiring you, of course, to supply enough food for a small army,
frantically clean the house and dust the entertainment center and
anything else on the same side of the room as the TV, vacuum,
wash mountains of dishes, relinquish half of your fridge to keep the beer cold,
keep the children out of the living room and quiet
so the men-folk can watch their sports, accept the fact that
your husband will only utter 6 words to you all day
"honey, can we get another round?",
and forget any plans for crafting or relaxing you had for the day...
he's just invited 5 of his buddies to come hang out for the big game.
Requiring you, of course, to supply enough food for a small army,
frantically clean the house and dust the entertainment center and
anything else on the same side of the room as the TV, vacuum,
wash mountains of dishes, relinquish half of your fridge to keep the beer cold,
keep the children out of the living room and quiet
so the men-folk can watch their sports, accept the fact that
your husband will only utter 6 words to you all day
"honey, can we get another round?",
and forget any plans for crafting or relaxing you had for the day...
Or like last night, when at my 8:00 p.m. announcement that it was
time for PJ's and toothbrushes
elicited a pronouncement from my 8-year-old that she
HAD to have a sheep costume for summer camp - in the morning.
time for PJ's and toothbrushes
elicited a pronouncement from my 8-year-old that she
HAD to have a sheep costume for summer camp - in the morning.













