Faithful Mommy

Hormones are tacky...

…and I mean that in a literal sense. OHMYWORD! This has been going on for about five years. Five years of being a human sticky note – nice! Had I known this was coming, I would have applied for the copyright.

 

If my hubby had known this was coming he would have insisted on having two master bedrooms. One without the ever present feel of the Arctic and then the igloo that is his reality. Don’t feel too sorry for him though. He snores. ‘nuff said.

 

I can go through three outfits a day, easy. That’s umm-undergarments and all. I had to buy five new bras to meet the need. I need another shower by the time I get half way dressed for the day – for the first time.

 

Truly, if sweat could be transformed into a water resource, I would be the primary provider and therefore be a Nobel Prize winner. Yes. I. would.

 

For mothers’ day, little man made me a gift. His creation was crafted in his Sunday school class. It was the perfect gift! A fan - an old fashion church fan. It has his picture laminated on it and it’s glued to a popsicle stick. It works great. I look like a doofus pulling it out and fanning myself with it, but it does keep me from melting into a stinky pile of goo during the invitation at church. My great-grandmother would be proud.

 

I have heard horrible stories of this special time lasting for ten years. Say it ain’t so. For now though, I would advise anyone that comes near me to, well – not. Otherwise we will stick together like a fly to honey.

 

What's a Bieber?

I suspect that my daughter is the only 12 year old girl on the planet that does not have a clue who Justin Bieber is.

She was reading the Sunday newspaper late that afternoon and came across an article with a title resembling "WOW, Bieber tickets sold out!"

She came to me and SIGNED "What's a Bieber?" I could only giggle to myself for a minute. Bless her heart, she has no idea who he is. I told her that Bieber is not a "what, but a who." She looked at me rather quizzically. I explained further that his last name is Bieber and his first name is Justin. I explained that he is famous for his singing and that all the girls her age think he is sooooo cute. She said (verbally) "OH!"

I then tried to explain that he is famous in the same way Hannah Montana was famous (except of course he is real). She then very quickly informed me that she wanted to go to the concert. I really laughed this time!! I broke her innocent little heart when I explained that there were no tickets left.

I am pretty sure she thinks I made that up!!!

Oh well! Bless her heart!!