Would someone please tell me who traded my ten year old son for a van full of junior high girls with PMS? They are running around this house with all the drama, outrage and big hair only their kind can produce. I want the boy back – NOW.
On the other hand I kind of like the little monkey someone replaced my toddler with. She is standing on the chair behind me, her arms wrapped around my neck singing, “I see you Sweetheart.” Oh wait, she is actually a kitty cat named, Joyce. You have to keep shifting with this one, but I will take her any way I can get her. And that goes for the boy too, not to mention his other sister and of course, their dad.
Sometimes I have these moments in the mayhem where I see them all and my heart just fills with love and thankfulness that I get to be with them.
This is one now.