Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mother's Day
It's likely that I am fairly normal... but my wife is not. Shelly is Super Mom. Every once in a while I want a break from the father roll; nothing bad just a movie besides Thomas the train, or Barbie. Sometimes I dream about having a bathroom that I can use without kids walking through it, and a man cave that is completely free of kid stuff and glitter. When Super Shelly wants to unwind she wants to clean the house or sort and fold laundry. So for whiny permaboy me who wants to just sit on the couch and veg I feel like a total parenting wimp. Father's day should come first so that mothers know how to not to cook and clean on their holiday. I love her she rocks.
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