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This blog focuses on going up and UP in spite of unwilling trips down.
In short, I'm bipolar.
Welcome to the mountain. Let's get in shape together.
Laugh with me. Cry with me. I do plenty of both.
This blog focuses on going up and UP in spite of unwilling trips down.
In short, I'm bipolar.
Welcome to the mountain. Let's get in shape together.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I am Not the Magic Maid!
When I was a kid and Mom got frustrated by my failure to clean to her standards, she used to scold us by saying, "I'm not the magic maid!!!!" I really hated it at the time because (at least in my mind), I was a kid who just couldn't leave things spotless.
Now I find myself thinking the same thing! I haven't said it yet, but how far is the dishwasher from the counter by the sink? I mean really.
I'm sure I did the same thing when I was a kid so I guess it's payback time.
Still.
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Oh, yes. We often (not always) get the children we deserve so we can continue the lessons we are supposed to learn in this life. I tell Luigi he is first in my heart (firstborn) and I tell Mario he is Mama's Love. Privately I call Mario the child I deserve. ;o
I'm impressed that you haven't said "I am Not the Magic Maid!" yet. I say, "because I SAID SO!!!' at least a dozen times a day.
We mothers do what we can.
I tell my kids all the time, "because parents often make decisions that seem completely irrational to you. It's our right and when you are a parent, you can do it too."
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