This is a post about being a mom.

There are a a few new things that I have discovered as a mom that make me happy. One, the 24 hour yoga pant, Two. The Middle. A show that has been on for years, but for the past few months I've had the pleasure of being in a room with Grace on Wednesdays awaiting Modern Family and cooking dinner, and I find myself wearing my 24 hour yoga pants and laughing my HEAD off. Grace never laughs as loud as me. I'm in constant laughter, like more than Modern Family, and you know that show is hilarious. I'm mainly laughing at the mom. And Sue. Does anyone else laugh at The Middle? I find it as funny as David Sedaris apparently, I'm ready to marry it, I love it so much.

The third thing I'm discovering is that I love to eat chips. Chips are my downfall. Popcorn counts as chips for me, pita chips, tortilla chips, sun chips.. any kind of chips. After walking around with four full length mirrors three days a week these days, I will know longer be eating those. And being a mom of three girls I find that as the years go on I become more annoying to them, now true, my mother didn't feel compelled to dance up the bleachers of a gymnastics meet doing the white man's overbite but I live for those moments and opportunities to embarrass the middle school girls. I mean, it's the most fun I've had in my life. Mariama also seems to have a problem with the fact that I put :) LOL on every text. So what do I do? I put that every single time I text her.

Example:
" Did you get to watch Downton Abbey? LOL, LOL, LOL, :) "
"MOM!!! stop!! It's not right!!!! Stop putting LOL!!! IT's NOT FUNNY!"

Well I am thoroughly amused.

This is a mom. Of girls AND boys.. she knows what I'm talkin bout.

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Once upon a time there lived three girls. All were beautiful and all possessed different gifts. The Kingdom was all aglow with laughter and giggles for many years until one day the King stepped into the cavernous hall and heard nothing. "Wife!" he yelled."What has happened? Did everyone go into the village?" "Oh Honey" said the Queen stepping outside of her chamber wearing a bathrobe and her hair on top of her head. "They're not gone. They're teenagers." "What in God's name is a teenager?" shouted the King. "Oh dear." The queen remarked turning up her chalice of wine. "What isn't a teenager?"

They Call me MOM

This is the goal... isn't it? for our kids to think this right up here. This beautiful phrase. Because God knows we're all broken, and even though sometimes we feel like Roseanne Conner, we are ALL as cool as Lorelai Gilmore, as gorgeous as Tami Taylor, and my GOD as fierce as Kristina Braverman so DO NOT sell yourself short ladies. Just take one day at a time.

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