A Half-Day In My Life: The Last 12 Hours
I know all you girl-moms out there wonder what it is that we boy-moms are always complaining about.
You have your own drama, of that I’m certain. Here’s a little peep into our world, just an average snippet of my every-day life. Now you know…
6pm: I look out the front window to see one of my sons standing at the curb, loading up the recycling can in broad daylight, for all the world to see…in his underwear. And no, it was not boxers, or even boxer briefs.
2:21am: Woke up to hear the door from the garage slamming shut. Frantically woke Gabe, who leapt from bed, simultaneously running and climbing into a pair of shorts, before plunging out the front door to the driveway, ready and prepared to tackle whatever bad guys were in the process of stealing his brand-new mountain bike. Or so he assumed.
I cowered at the front window in terror, when from behind me, a small voice came out of the darkness from the direction of the garage: “Why is daddy in the driveway? I just wanted to get my blanket out of the dryer.”
6:30am: In the middle of the morning rush-get-ready-for-school, somehow forty gallons (or so) of water were dumped on the kitchen floor in a dog-water-bowl incident. Noah’s flood required six bath towels and four hand towels to sop up, but on the bright side, the kitchen floor is nice and clean.
Is this normal? Does this ring familiar? Oh, do tell. Please say I’m not alone…
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