Me: my phone is so cluttered, I need to delete some texts and pictures.
My anxiety: don't you dare erase that recipes screenshot, we haven't used it yet AND what if one day we need to know exactly what mom texted us on September 23, 2019?
My son had a class field trip today
I got a phone call from his teacher explaining that he got a bloody nose on the ride back
He apparently had been cupping his hands and making armpit flatulence noises with such ferocity that he actually managed to punch himself in the nose
My husband worked from home today with the kids and I got this following text not even an hour after I left:
“Do they usually do stupid stuff all day long or just a small portion of the morning?”
Blessings upon him.
I was in the checkout line at the grocery store today when my son said, "look, mom, a pirate."
So, I look up and what do I see? I see a man in line behind us with an eye patch.
3: I want to drink from the water fountment
3: An octosauce has 8 tentacolds
3: I have my hat but can’t find my glubs
3: Where are my fucking markers??
Son #2: Daddy, will you remember me in an hour?
Me: Of course I will.
S2: Will you remember me in a day?
Me: Yes.
S2: Will you remember me in a week?
Me: Yes.
S2: In a month?
Me: Yes, I will.
S2: Ok good. Knock knock ...
Me: Who’s there?
S2: See? You already forgot!
I had to exchange numbers with another parent because my kid enjoys playing with her kid. Do our children even appreciate the sacrifices we make for them?