is about to hit the rotating oscillating device. I have the patience of a saint when it comes to children. I really do. I can handle anything when it comes to kids. Adults are a totally different story.
I am not like the rest of you in my blogging world. I am a hot head. I don't like it, but I am. I wish I was more like my mother's family in this aspect of my personality, but I'm just not.
Why is it that when I clean the house (or do anything, period), I have a screaming child on one hip, one hanging on my pant leg and another begging me to pick them up, but when my husband has something he is doing there is a code red and the room must be clear of all living things, save him?!?!?!?
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Patient? Moi? You must be joking...
Hang in there. Soon they will be off to college and you will wonder how you will ever get anything done in all of the silence.
One of my friend's husband said, "You do it the mommy way and I do it the daddy way." It's true. That's why God gave children a Mom and a Dad. Another friend said, "If you both did things the same, one of you would be dispensable." One of YOU is NOT dispensable. Love, Laugh, Live!!!
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