Cloning…the answer to every Mother’s prayer?
I need a clone army. Of myself.
A picture is worth a thousand words but it never stops me from commenting anyway which is why I’ll never really understand Wordless Wednesdays. This is my pictorial about how hectic life has been the past few days. That’s not a complaint, some of the “busy” has been stuff like taking the small one in for a check up just to make sure things are on target with her growing teenage self, dinner at the Capital Bar and Grill oh yum and a theater night with the Hubs, jockeying the small one back and forth to her first job that doesn’t involve babysitting, doing a “please don’t snow” dance (which worked by the way), ordering special birthday cupcakes, running an off road race and going to a Mardi Gras party on a Saturday (that seems wrong doesn’t it?), addressing car insurance issues with a kid turning 16, testing new recipes, watching bike polo and enforcing general education requirements by making the small one accompany us to a local museum to see a new exhibit. Oh and working a full time job. Allegedly. All this to say, I think I need 2 or 3 of me to go around while my spouse and kids probably wish there was only 1/2 of me and one unemotional robot to take up the slack.