just when you've gotten your shit together, (please excuse my french. but really? does "stuff together" do it? thought not.)
just when you've gotten your shit together, you have teenaged daughters. who, frankly, know perfectly well that they need you to wake them up in the morning, and at the least, toast them an english muffin and spread the jelly.
and at the most, make them french toast.
which, when they say yes to french toast, you get all giddy happy and feel like you're the mother of the year. 'cause yes! i made my fifteen year old french toast this morning...
and she ate it!!!!!!!!!
ahem.
anyway.
just when you think you've got your canoe all steady, or whatever.
hello, daughter of mine.
i love you.
and i'm easy.
hug me.
throw me a "nice breakfast and all, mom..."once in a while.
and i'm yours for life.
i'm yours for life.
xo,
tt.
