Posted on14 Jun 2009
Kids are so much fun to have around. They keep you young - they make you feel old. They love you - they hate you. They want to hang out with you all the time - you’re not allowed to speak to or acknowledge them in any way. Every sentence starts with “what and why” - every sentence starts with, “don’t, won’t” – As a mom, I love them no matter what. But, every once in a while one of them will put me in my place and make me wonder, what the heck was I thinking (or drinking) that made me decide to bring these little anklebiters into the world.
My daughter Laila, 4, was going through some old photos and came across some shots of me when I did a little modeling. She got so excited and ran to show them to her brothers yelling, “Look! Look! This is when mom was hot!” WHEN I was hot?! WHEN? The pictures are only 7 years old – I don’t look THAT much different – I must look like I’m 100 in “kid” years. Kids are so brutal. I remember when my mom was 29, I was 8 and thought she was ancient. It’s tough being on the other side. Well, I better run take my geritol and rest my old aching bones.
I’m gonna get her back one day – I knew there was a reason I took all those “butt” pictures of her.
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