I am the oldest of 4 children. Born with hands on my hip and orders flying out of my mouth. I grew up fast. My thoughts swirl in my head over and over before I will post them...mainly due to the fact I can't type or spell very good or is it well?
I have always been the take control organize and plan everything child. Until I had kids...now they take control and they plan everything.
I married the love of my life over 10 years ago. On the days I think of trading him in I remember I must give up my in-laws...I would never do that! I wonder if I could get visitation with them?
I spend most of the days convincing my children that just because your born doesn't mean you "get" to go to Disneyland, have a cell phone or any other snazzy item that will break my bank. I have to count to 20 everyday before I lose my temper and barely make it to 8 before I lose my patience. I have to tell my kids everyday at least 5 times I love them just to try and help them forget how Not so perfect I am.
This is the story of our life...I hope you enjoy and if you don't feel free to email me at Captianclock@aol.com
I wasn't going to fight her. I pick my battles. This was not one of them. You wanna wear your Tutu Ballerina outfit to the doctors and grocery store, go ahead.
adorable! I have a good friend who lets her kids wear almost anything: a buzz light year costume to the Wed night church activities, snow boots in July... I love it.
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my mantra for raising my kids...pick your issues {battles}! good job, mom...you documented this ;)
Beautiful! But deep down, don't you wish you could dress the same way and get away with it!
Love, Love!
adorable! I have a good friend who lets her kids wear almost anything: a buzz light year costume to the Wed night church activities, snow boots in July... I love it.
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