anywho, i played paparazzi & followed them through the store. i thought p-ray might be impressed with all the stuffed animals but apparently it wasn't his thang.
but you know what he did get excited about that day? yelling his lungs out through a tube of gift wrap at target. i'm sure all the other shoppers thought it was as hilarious as i did when he was laughing hysterically & screaming from the sound of his own voice amplified through three feet of gift wrap.
people without kids love that sort of thing, right?
and while we're on the topic of what people with no kids think, can i just say i have totally turned into "that mom"? ya know, the one you swore you wouldn't be. the one that plans her day around nap time, who is lucky to have at least put mascara on that day, who finds herself tripping over toys in an unkept house, while complaining about laundry & making up lyrics to her kid's toys' songs?
and if you don't have kids & you're reading this right now & you don't think you'll be that mom... you're wrong. you will be. {well, unless you're a guy}
the thing is, i'm also that mom who thinks she has the coolest, funniest, cutest, smartest, most advanced kid in the whole world. and i wouldn't trade any of it for a second.
and you know what? i compensate for all those other things, too. life isn't bad. at all. i find excuses to occasionally get dressed up, my house might not be in perfect order every day but i usually stay on top of things, sam helps me with the laundry, & parker may hear "twinkle twinkle little star" one hundred times a day, but he also listens to death cab for cutie, elliot smith, coldplay, band of horses, arcade fire, & bright eyes with me.
turns out there is nothing wrong with being "that mom".
and? i looooove nap time. there is nothing wrong with needing to be home for nap time, either. don't know why? you'll find out when you're a mom.
and? i looooooove your votes. always have, always will.
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