Wednesday, June 22, 2011

I swear...

There are some things I really wish I didn't have to learn the hard way.

Like how difficult it is to scrub slug slime off a six year old boy's fingers.

And how uncomfortable it is mowing a lawn for 2 1/2 hours in 80 degree heat. In rubber boots. With no socks.

And that my daughter, getting drug (dragged?) across the lawn by a dog (she wouldn't let go of the dog's collar),  will cause grass stains, a rug burn type sore on her knee, and tear filled eyes, but that she'll still look up and say, "She didn't mean to hurt me, Mom" in the dog's defense.*

And that (after many tears and a thorough WebMD search) gasoline in my toddler's eyes will be irritating, but apparently will not cause any serious damage.*

*Once again I feel the need to remind you that I am not up for any Mother-of-the-Year awards. With good reason.


  1. HAhahahaha! Getting dragged across the lawn, that is such a summer memory! I love it!

    I love this post.