About me, huh?
I'm a late twenty-something mother of two. Roo is entering toddler-hood and Monster is in kindergarten. Jeep Man is my high school sweet heart turned husband.
I also have a dog with rank gas and a cat with a clubbed foot. Jeep Man says I always pick the messed up animals. Yet he's the one with a ten gallon tank full of hermit crabs. I don't get it either.
Sometimes I do the wholesome mommy thing. I do make hair bows and tutus and what not that I sell on the interwebs. That's pretty wholesome. Except for how often I cuss out an item I'm working on because it just.wont.do.right. I've made cupcakes for the Dr. Seuss's birthday celebration Monster's class had last year. I breastfed Roo for 13 months. I even made my own baby food. Wholesome. Totally wholesome.
But I'm mostly not wholesome. I feed my kids fast food, let them watch TV, and even tell Monster to just stop talking on occasion (you would too if you had a five-year-old with severe ADHD and an active imagination). Sometimes I feel bad about that stuff.
Other times I'm reminded that I was at every one of Monster's football practices and games, Roo gets more cuddles and kisses than I can count, and both know how much I love and adore them every single day.
So yeah. I'm not always wholesome. But my kids are well fed, clothed, clean and loved. And I'm not 100% grey yet.
That counts for something, right?
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