I had yet another ‘My kids drive me crazy’ conversation a few days ago. A very sweet lady asked me how many kids I had and her eyes widened when I said this was baby #6. She told me she had one child and two step-children. The next words out of her mouth were, ” I loved being pregnant, it’s the next 16 years I don’t like.” I’m sure my eyes widened as I smiled and told her that I’m just the opposite – I’m not very fond of the whole pregnancy thing, but love the houseful of kids. How I wish this was an uncommon conversation instead of one I’ve had over & over through the years!
On a funny note, this is a conversation I had with Sassyfrass (3) the other day:
Me: Did you pick up your toys yet? (I knew she hadn’t)
S: Yes, I did!
Me: Sassyfrass, it’s a very bad thing to lie. It makes Mommy sad and it makes God sad. I know you didn’t pick your toys up, and so does God.
S: God is eating lunch right now.
What am I going to do with this child?
