Whenever I ask the boys if I can be their best girl the answers are always the same.
From dash-1 I get a hug, perhaps a kiss but always a "sure mommy".
From dash-2 I get finger point, what I think is his version of a snap, and a "maybe tomorrow".
Ouch. I'm trying not to let this harm my fragile ego.
Oh and a little side rant. To all you drivers out there, when in a parking lot, waiting for someones parking space, if they happen to be like 15 months pregnant, lugging two kids out of the cart, then the bags, then strapping said children into car seats (AS REQUIRED BY LAW MIND YOU) and returning the cart do not make exasperated looks at her.
I'm moving as fast as I can. Really, that really is as fast as I move these days. Except to the bathroom or to get ice cream.
And honestly, even if I'm not bite me, your in your car, you're going to get a space, do some damn deep breathing. Or better yet, bite me. Or offer me ice cream.
Oh and when I turn on my car, you know so I can drive it, buckle my seat belt and turn on my ac because again, I'm like 15 months pregnant I sweat standing still and its in the 90's, RELAX. I am moving. I will be pulling out of this space, you will be able to park your car. It is not my dream to hang out in my car with my two kids in the W@l-mart parking lot.
Not even just to mess with your mind. Ok maybe a little bit. But really, give people a break.
And if there is a parking space that is like four feet further from the door.... don't hound the poor pregnant lady and make me feel more flustered then I already do on a daily basis.
And really, who's in that big of a hurry to get into W@lmart and be surrounded by the winners in there?
Elvis! Elvis! Elvis!
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