my grandfathers call each other and discuss how it was "the coldest, longest night where they slept on the hardest tables at South Fulton Hospital (gasp! I was not a Northside baby) the night I was born." Today my grandfather reminded me, "I have to call Earl and tell him it was THIRTY years ago that we were at the hospital." This morning before he left, my husband kissed me and said, "goodbye my Old Lady!" Can you believe that? Yes, turning 30 so far stinks. Plus, it is pouring rain and I ate a hard Trader Joe's dairy free waffle standing up for breakfast because I had pushed the toaster down three times in the middle of trying to get both hungry boys fed trying to keep my waffle warm and it was hard as a brick. So I'm old and grouchy! All day I have sung to myself, "Happy Birthday to me. I wish Ashton would go pot-ty!" He said he did but I am not sure because while he was on the toilet I was bathing Collin who pooped all over himself and me. I know Collin at least tinkled in the tub. In fact, while he was doing it Ashton laughed and said, "mommy, he needs to sit on the potty!" Anyways, at least I have these two to keep me company...they'll get me through it and Wes is making me dinner tonight!
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Our thirties are going to be so much better than getting pooped on, I promise!! But, really you're right, being a mom is the best!
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