Things my kids say:

Jedi:  I want a vape pen so my room smells nice like yours. 

Diva: Her room smells ah-mazing. It smells good because she cares about it and keeps it clean. Im obsessed with your bed, Momma.  Do you know I laid down and fell asleep in Mom’s bed for like an hour and when I woke up my skin was softer. 

Me: How is that even possible?

Diva: I DONT KNOW! But it’s totally true. Your bed is magic. 

The Hazy Cynapsis 

I have grown a real disgust for Mothers Day.
I cant even explain why.

Maybe it feels too forced or fake like Valentines Day?

Maybe I resent being type-cast?

Maybe I don’t want to recognize people who dont recognize me?

Maybe I just know too much?

I know all too well what goes on behind closed doors and that some Moms wont get what they deserve and others wont deserve what they get.

Sometimes I really wish I could indulge in a blissful eternity of ignorance.