true life hot mess mom

Do your kids have it all figured out?

Do they know how to live in this crazy world and constantly give YOU advice?

I mean, when did they get so smart anyway?

(Hand to face emoji here). Sometimes my kids make valid points and I am grateful for their advice. I mean, let’s face it, they have less going on clouding their minds. But then there are days where I’m like,

I don’t give a s**t! I’m doing it this way!

–My son just came in here and literally just said, “Rusty’s belly button looks weird. (our dog) Do dogs have to have their belly buttons tied off or just humans?”

Ummmmmmmm… just humans son. Just humans.

“Oh” and he exits.–

Back to what I was saying. Sometimes, I have a pretty good handle on things and I have it all mapped out in my mind. I honestly don’t need anyone to tell me what to do or how to do it from one day to the next. Again, I’m not perfect and often need help, but for the love…

–Enter son again, “Are you going to the store today Jessie? We are out of milk.” He is now laying on the end of my bed and messing with Rusty. No, I’m not trying to write and have some alone time. Nope, not at all. Perhaps I should go to the grocery store so I can get away for a bit????–

I just want ONE relaxing evening at home a week. Just one. I don’t think I’m asking for too much here. Just one lonely day to myself.

I have this dream. When I grow up, I want to be a writer. Like hole up in a She Shed and write until the day is long. I wouldn’t even need to put make-up on or change out of my PJ’s. ~sigh~ Someday. Someday.

Until then, I am stuck trying to cram in time for writing while my kids roll around on my floor with my dog and ask me random questions about belly buttons.

Until next time…