I am afraid I may be morphing into Mama Fratelli. I can feel my face scrunching into a permanent scowl. Everything I say comes out in a growl and includes a threat.
I often find myself shoving the kids out of my bedroom door, slamming it shut and, in a very Mama-esque way, leaning my weary frumpy body against the door, heaving an exasperated sigh and grumbling, "Kids Suck."
It is probably a good thing we don't own a blender.
Apparently I'm not the only mother that has gone through this transformation. Bill Cosby's wife had the same problem.
It is probably a good thing we don't own a blender.
Apparently I'm not the only mother that has gone through this transformation. Bill Cosby's wife had the same problem.
3 comments:
I'm laughing so hard, I'm crying. That's the funniest thing I've ever been able to relate to!! I love it! Thanks for the laugh. Just know, you're not alone. I've been feeling that way for a while, I'm glad you helped put a face and name to my new personality. Hang in there, it's almost over!
Sorry Tazia. Somehow I lost your comment.
I hate brain damage....
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