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Mom. MOM. Mom, mom, mom, mom MOM!!! Mom.

Right now, I mean at this exact moment, my daughter is shoveling Kix cereal into her mouth. There is juice dripping off her chin. She has one kix (or is it a kick?) lodged in her post-nap afro. She is breathing   really, really loud through her mouth because she has a stuffy nose. And as busy as she is with all that, she's also saying over and over, "I want play game on dat. I want play game on dat. Mom. Mom, mom, mom. I want play game on dat."

She is not going to get to play game on dat. Dat is my computer and dat doesn't even have any games. I have no idea what kind of fun she imagines happens on this machine, but she's wrong. I work on here, and work is the opposite of fun. And even if I had 107 kid-oriented games, I wouldn't let her play them because I'm mean. Or at least that's what I'm sure she thinks.

But here's what I think:

I think three year olds are old enough to entertain themselves for more than three seconds at a time.

I think I'm overqualified to fetch cereal and wash hands and change clothes all day long.

I think reading the same book 5 times in a row probably is important developmentally, but I'm still going to burn that thing in my fireplace after she goes to bed. My apologies, Louisville Public Library.

I think cuteness, even sweetness, isn't always a match for exhaustion.

I think. Scratch that. I know I need a break.

But where could I possibly go that would be better than this?


Please don't say Wyoming. That would be demoralizing.

Comments

  1. UnknownApril 13, 2014 at 7:02 AM

    Kimberly...this is wonderful. Why am I just now getting it?
    Miss you

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    1. Life As a PearlApril 13, 2014 at 8:48 AM

      Who are you unknown? I'm 100% sure I miss you too, but who ARE you?

      Delete

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