It’s Monday again and in an effort to stay sorta kinda predictable around here while still being interesting, we’re gonna talk Dude Mom Life.
And, thanks to Parenting…SMH we have the perfect photo…
Yes, there is a such thing as too quiet.
I have to admit though that, at Casa de Dummies, when the creepy quiet falls on the house and I know I should go investigate lest someone have painted themselves with Vaseline and rolled, butt naked, all over my couch and curtains (yes, I speak from experience), most times I still can’t bring myself to do it.
I don’t know if I’m so desperate to trust that my children can be left to play together independently for more than 2 seconds without chaos and evil showing up, or if I’m just a glutton for punishment.
Or, perhaps it’s simply that I am so starved for me time that I am willing to risk chaos and invite evil just to have a few precious moments to
eat my cupcakes in the garage in peace myself to have a think with.
Either way, Parenting…SMH, I’ve been there girl.
And, no, it doesn’t get better with age. They just gets more inventive is all.
So be afraid. Be very afraid.
Have a creepy quiet chaos story of your own to share? Have at it in the comment section.
I’d love to know that I’m not the only mama to a child who has glitter glued his palms and touched all over his bedroom with them!