Was okay…,
Every year on Mother’s Day weekend I generally receive hugs, kisses, breakfast made to order and… My report card.
Yep, that’s right – you don’t become “best mom ever” without the help of a little constructive criticism along the way. So let’s see how I did…
Judging from my review, I’m doing pretty well in the eating healthy category. Granted the boys go to bed at 7:30 so their report lacks accuracy due to missing data. Luckily, I have my scale to ensure that I receive an accurate and scathing report weekly.
I clearly need to work on my sense of humor…
I work too much and play too little. I find this one a bit confusing considering that Aaric walked into our room at 3am a couple weeks ago to quiz me on why I don’t go to work anymore. These are the same kids who have also laid claim to at least one house each for when they are grown and routinely tell me I need to work more so I can buy them more Legos. These children need to get thier messaging aligned cause I’m confused…
I agree that I like purple, have amazing armpits, and that I’m 38, but have qualities consistent with an 8 year old, like a love for splashy puddles, anything iced, punny jokes and tiny horses.
Well that’s my report card -not too bad, and as I said earlier, it’s a necessity in order to achieve this:
