Dear Princess Monkey Eyes,
Please don't give your little brother poopy diapers to play with anymore. While it was my fault that the diaper was left in your room, high on your dresser, you should'nt have gotten out of bed to give it to him. I know that he made you laugh while he was playing with it, but it wasn't good for him to be going to bed with poop all over his hands and face. It was really yucky to clean up this morning. So please don't do that again, okay?
Love,
Your tired, frazzled Mommy who is still desperately wishing Daddy DIDN'T go fishing this morning.
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Dear Fellow Blogging Community,
I know I've been soooo bad at commenting on your blogs lately. And I am sorry. You see, I STILL haven't managed how to juggle work & home life effectively enough to get everything done. For instance, it is the 17th and I still haven't paid all the bills yet. So, please be patient with me while I try to figure out this thing called life. I know some of you have it figured out enough to be able to blog & read others' blogs. So, if you wouldn't mind, please enlighten me!
Sincerely,
Her Royal Highness who hasn't been feeling very "royal" lately
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Dear Dyson,
You should be paying me because I have promoted your product to many of my clients & over half of them have purchased one now. So, I'll take it in 10's and 20's - or better yet, you can just reimburse me for mine!
Regards,
A faithful Dyson customer
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Dear Popeye,
I'm sorry I yelled at you on the phone this morning. You see, you had left really early this morning to go fishing for three days and left me in charge of everything. I know you didn't realize that Thor was covered in poop and that Princess M.E. stayed awake since the time she climbed into bed with me at 4:30. I know you desperately need this time of relaxation and I'm really sorry that I blew up at you for not putting my wallet where you said you did. Thank you for telling me where to find it & not hating me forever. I love you.
Love,
Me
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Dear Thor,
I really am so happy that you learned how to climb down the stairs. Now, would you please get on with the walking thing so that I don't have to carry you everywhere? Please? For Me? I love you and love to see you grow - so PLEASE start walking!
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Letters of a tired mom
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4 comments:
Sorry to laugh at your expense, but those were REALLY good letters! :D
Hope things get better, and that you survive Popeye's absence.
That poopy thing?? I am SOOOOO glad that has never happened to me!!
And uh, I don't have a clue about the blogging and keeping everything together in life either. Sorry. :-S
But, uh, good luck with that!
(And Dyson really should pay you, cuz after hearing you talk about it, I WANT ONE TOO!)
As frustrating as your day has been, thanks for letting me see it. Odd thought I know, but - you took a step back and breathed. That's important.
I understand that life gets in the way of blogging. I also understand bills needing to be paid. I so understand :)
man...great letters! I've been there...except for the poopy diaper part. YIKES!!!
When you figure out the whole balancing act...post it!! Until then...I'll wait for your blog visit when you get a chance!!
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