Adult-ish

Soooo three kids down, none to go. I love them dearly. I really do. And I wouldn't change a darn thing about any of them. I really wouldn't. But... (yes there's a but) once in a while, it is nice to get that one-on-one adult (is there a better word for adult? Such an insipid word) interaction that reminds me that I don't only own sweats and hair binders. I own tight jeans and a hair straightener. And I can choose something more appetizing for lunch- not just pb & j or cheese wraps. Just a good convo once in a while. I'm not looking for the heavy subject matter on whether or not I would rather get bitten by a shark or a t-rex. When did I become the adult here?



Still love 'em I tell ya....



To pieces....