The Land of Counterpane for Moms
When the kids are sick, You're in lock down. Not enough puke buckets to go around. No one can get to the toilet in time even if they're standing right next to it, You hate to yell and make to demands, but you've got to be kidding me with that shit! Every time you hear your name, you jump up to do damage control, minimizing the radius of projectile things, well, lets face it, that is your main goal. With Lysol wipes you get every surface, going from one room to the next, the only way to communicate with the outside world is only via text. The books and toys covering the floor, seem to go on for miles. The laundry, clean or dirty, only comes in piles. You're so f*&^%$# tired, you cannot stand the light, God please don't let them throw up in the middle of the night. Because the thought of stripping one more bed or wiping up one more mess, is giving you a migraine, you really must confess. You