My butt is getting kicked a little lately.
I’m not one to admit it. I like to be the Wonder Woman cape-wearing type who does it all — but I gotta say, this almost-37 week pregnant with a 3-year-old and a 20-month-old is a good ole’ fashioned butt kicking at times.
But you know what’s weird?
Even though I didn’t brush my teeth today until some time in the afternoon,
And even though I am tired of being the resident “waste” management expert (if one more toddler, baby, cat or dog poops on me today…)
And even though I live in sweatpants and average a shower every other day,
And waddle like a duck,
And just sent my husband out to the store for Key Lime Pie,
I am so very happy.
Because when it comes down to it, there is nothing more satisfying than feeling pooped from living purposefully.
(Notice I am talking about the feeling of being pooped — not being pooped on.)
Ah, motherhood. It’s a great, wonderful adventure.
“A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” — Tenneva Jordan