For a long time, people have been telling me I should write a book, or have a blog, or be on my own reality tv show! Well, what I think they mean is that my life amuses them and possibly others would be amused also. I don't really know.
But, I like talking. I like talking about myself and my family. I like making people laugh when I can relate some kind of funny story. I want to be rich and famous some day. Oh, wait. Blog. Everyone's got one. Rich and famous will have to come some other way. Sigh. And, I actually don't want to be famous. Just rich would be fine. And blogs are free, so...
Sorry... I digress.
People often ask me, as I'm sure they ask all mothers-of-many who manage to keep themselves out of the insane asylum, "How do you do it??"
Well, this is how I do it. This is me:
And I know it's supposed to be a pitiful story of despair and never ending punishment, and it may conjure up images of a hamster in a wheel, but it's almost comforting to me in a way. I may see my day-to-day life as drudgery, but if wiping noses and folding shirts and cutting up spaghetti and finding blankies and checking homework and brushing teeth and ... what was I saying? Oh, right! If that's what God put me here to do, then I not only better
do it, but I better get some enjoyment out of it or that boulder is just going to crush me the next time it rolls.
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