I have paced and stewed and cried and thrown up. But after a hot shower, a glass of wine, 4 gluten free cake pops, and a Xanax I am prepared to go there.
Let’s do this.
I love being a mom… 72.3% of the time it’s a good gig. I am a yeller, yes. Obviously, I tend to eat my feelings. A pop tart every now and then might eventually kill me – but I have killed no one else.
Bonus.
And yes, I have been overly observant of others and sometimes voiced it here. And yes, I am accountable for raising these humans. They will require counseling. We have a fund. However, they are human beings. Entities all their own, they do and say and formulate opinions and characteristics apart from my madness.
One of them was a bridesmaid or a best man? I don’t know – at a same-sex wedding the other day. Another one wears Bernie Sanders t-shirts and thinks “Bernie still has a shot…” Still, another has what appears to be “arrogant” political views and just bought a bumper sticker that says “you can take my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.” And none of these are the exact standards my husband and I embraced or imposed on them.
