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 along....at least, that's what I tell myself when I feel this pity party coming on.
1 comment:
Oh, boy. I am RIGHT there with you!!! Let's have a pity party together...LOL!
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