I think you know you've hit your limit when you have to pull an entire outfit out of the dirty laundry basket, spray a little wrinkle releaser on the shirt, walk through a mist of perfume to hide the moldy smell and walk out of the house like nobody's business.
The sweet life of a mom...and an employee, and a wife, and a maid, and a cook, and an exerciser, and a nurse, and a taxi driver, and a milking cow, and a daughter, and a sister, and a friend, and a...well, you get the point.
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