WWYD?

There comes a time in a mom's life when she has to let her kid do something not too bright and let the cards fall where they may. My oldest son, Joshua, and his dad love their spicy food. I often jokingly say I'm going to start making the exact same thing for meals everyday because they always put Tobasco sauce on everything anyway. All their food tastes the same!

Joshua came across a pepper called the Ghost Pepper. He's watched some rib cracking videos on You Tube about fools who ate this pepper. He wanted to try it. I hesitated in letting him. The people in the videos were in PAIN! Should a mom allow her flesh and blood child to do something like that? On purpose?

Well, I did and I laughed just as hysterically at him as I did at the videos. You want to know how smart he is? He's going to do it again with some friends tomorrow. Where did he get these brains from anyhow?

TTFN

Words to Live By

When I was a young girl, I used to like to clip the advice columns out, especially if they had poems. All little girls like poetry, right? Well, a few of the clippings survived till I reached adulthood and I really do think they're great words to live by as a mother.  The clippings say the authors are unknown on these.

COME IN

Come in, but don't expect to find

All dishes done, all floors ashine.

Observe the crumpled rug, the toys galore

The smudgy fingerprinted door.

The little ones we shelter here

Don't thrive on spotless atmosphere.

They're more inclined to disarray

And carefree, even messy play.

Their needs are great, their patience small

All day I'm at their beck and call.

It's Mommy come, Mommy see

Wiggly worms, red scraped knee.

Painted pictures, blocks piled high

My floors unshined, the days go by.

One day soon they'll flee this nest

And I at last will have a rest.

And which really matters more,

A happy child, or a polished floor?

EXCUSE THIS HOUSE

Some houses try to hide the fact that children shelter there.

Ours boasts of it quite openly, the signs are everywhere

Smears are on the windows, smudges on the doors.

I should apologize, I guess, for the toys strewn on the floor.

But I sat down with the children, and we played and laughed and read,

And if the floors don't shine, their eyes will shine instead.

For when at times I'm forced to choose the one job or the other

I want to be a housewife, but first I'll be a Mother.

Hug your kids. They grow up too fast!

TTFN