First off, thank you so much for the baby. I love, love, love him! He is an angel come to earth and there isn’t a minute where I am not so grateful for the blessing of him. He is amazing and he blows my mind by the minute. I know that’s all you ’cause it’s not like I conciously said “today I shall make his heart and it shall be good!” Nope. I was more like “turn on Law & Order and fetch me a puke bucket!” Totally worth it, since he is the grooviest little boy that ever lived! Cooler than Harry Potter for sure. Thank you so much for the opportunity to be his mother. Aren’t children just the reason for everything? Amazing.
I know you understand this since your son was the coolest cat around and the grooviest of the groovy! Did you just swoon every time you saw him?
Of course, we are all your children so you probably think we are all amazing and groovy. Except maybe Hitler. And Jeffrey Dahmer. Oh! And child molestors. Maybe you wish you could have put them on a one way ticket to you-know-where. Probably not though cause you are way more forgiving and amazing than me. But I’m all death penalty like that. Sorry…I’m working on it.
Anyway, I only have one teeny tiny question…and prayer really. It’s not just for me, it’s for mothers everywhere! I recently tweeted:
And from the large number of responses I’ve come to realize I am not alone. Why, oh why do we feel more exhausted when we wake than when we went to bed? I’m confused because feeling rested would truly help me take even better care of my sweet groovy angel! So, dear Heavenly Father, could the mothers of the world please rest a little better? It would really help me enjoy the
incessant fun games of Fan On! Fan Off! And truly I’d really like to enjoy his amazement that I can actually turn the fan on…
We all thank you so much.