It’s almost the one year anniversary of my blog. I know, you’re amazed that I still have living crumb snatchers to write about. That’s because I’m a saint…and because I changed denominations from Baptist to Episcopalian and now I can have wine without the side of guilt.
All this time, I thought I was the only blogger mom willing to risk a visit from social services to “tell it like it is” but I have discovered there are more of us. I’m part of an undergroud network of two–myself included–but we’re hoping to grow. I’m sending out a call to other imperfect mothers who forget to pick up their children from school on occassion, don’t cut the crust from sandwiches, and scribble “have-a-wonderful-day-sweetie-pea” notes on the back of the Wal-mart receipt for toilet paper they had to run out and get at midnight while their husband waited on his throne. Sorry Chief Money Maker!
Together we can unite and take over the PTA’s, the Junior League’s, and the Den Mothers of America Association’s…or we can all gather at Chili’s for 2-for-1 margaritas and half price appetizers while we leave the kids at home with a chore list. Yeah, that’s more like it.
Enjoy this post from a real live, living and breathing, regular mom that may also wonder, like me–If I’d drowned them at birth, would I be out of prison by now?
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