I swear. MOM... MOM... MOM... MO-OM. WHY is it always mom? I know when I am old and the kids are gone, that my blogs will all talk about how lonely I am and how much I miss the pitter patter, and the mom's I used to hear... I know this but it does not change the fact that today I have been "mommed" to death.
So I am changing my name to dad. Dad does not get asked to bring in toilet paper, rinse shampooed hair, find the lost earring, whats for dinner, bring a towel, dad gets to sit and not get called for any of that. Its unfair and so I want to be called dad, from this point forward.
My Promise Michelle had her Birthday party this weekend. She is now 12. "One more year and I will be a teenager" she reminded me. She already acts like one, so... I am not so afraid, I know what I am about to deal with I suppose...
So twelve. A sleepover party. Two girls, plus the other girls each had a friend over. That makes for 8 children in my house, ALL WEEKEND. ALL calling MOM. Oh yes but back to the turning twelve. I cannot believe she has made it this far!
Promise is her own person. She is strong willed and she is stubborn. She can hold a grudge for as long as humanly possible if she wants to. If she is mad at someone, she is mad at the world. My mother says that Promise and I are very alike, and that is why we clash. Maybe she is right.
Promise is also a very smart, super intelligent young lady. She can carry on a conversation, write the most detailed story, and drive you crazy with questioning everything.
Promise I am going to assume will be a lawyer when she grows up. She can argue and argue. She can go from knowing it all, to blond in .6 seconds. She is a super cool person and I cannot wait to see what she does with her life. I expect wonderful things from her, she is creative, caring, loving, sensitive and so smart. I love that girl and I cannot believe its been twelve years since she came into this world, stubborn even that day, breech and nearly a month over due. I should have known what I was in for then!
So I am changing my name to dad. Dad does not get asked to bring in toilet paper, rinse shampooed hair, find the lost earring, whats for dinner, bring a towel, dad gets to sit and not get called for any of that. Its unfair and so I want to be called dad, from this point forward.
My Promise Michelle had her Birthday party this weekend. She is now 12. "One more year and I will be a teenager" she reminded me. She already acts like one, so... I am not so afraid, I know what I am about to deal with I suppose...So twelve. A sleepover party. Two girls, plus the other girls each had a friend over. That makes for 8 children in my house, ALL WEEKEND. ALL calling MOM. Oh yes but back to the turning twelve. I cannot believe she has made it this far!
Promise is her own person. She is strong willed and she is stubborn. She can hold a grudge for as long as humanly possible if she wants to. If she is mad at someone, she is mad at the world. My mother says that Promise and I are very alike, and that is why we clash. Maybe she is right.
Promise is also a very smart, super intelligent young lady. She can carry on a conversation, write the most detailed story, and drive you crazy with questioning everything.
Promise I am going to assume will be a lawyer when she grows up. She can argue and argue. She can go from knowing it all, to blond in .6 seconds. She is a super cool person and I cannot wait to see what she does with her life. I expect wonderful things from her, she is creative, caring, loving, sensitive and so smart. I love that girl and I cannot believe its been twelve years since she came into this world, stubborn even that day, breech and nearly a month over due. I should have known what I was in for then!
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