Saturday, September 24, 2011


Why can't my boys stop fighting me on every request?
Why can't the two of them sleep in the same room at the same time without World War 3 breaking out?
Why doesn't the 3 year old understand that he can't do everything that his big brother can?
Why is it that I make too much money to be poor, but I'm too poor to be rich?
Why can't I seem to fall asleep when the rest of the world does?
Why can't I have a house?

It's because it's life, right? Things can't always be perfect, but I can keep on plugging least, that's what I tell myself when I feel this pity party coming on.

1 comment:

Deanna said...

Oh, boy. I am RIGHT there with you!!! Let's have a pity party together...LOL!