Too bad you cant win money for competitions like this because I would totally kick yo ass.
There was that time I lost a special emerald ring in the grass.
Or that time I blew a giant bubblegum bubble just as the Principal walked up to me.
Or that time I fell for the wrong guy...
...over and over again.
Then there was my entire high school career when I felt the need to get everyone to like me and lost sight of who I was.
The year or two that I thought it was cool to safety pin my pants.
And listen to Milli Vanilli
God, I loved this song!
There was the time I didn't study for an exam and got a bad mark....
...more than once.
That time when I sent husband's very expensive leather snowmobile suit to be picked up by the thrift store people. It was never seen again.
That was bad.
The time when I was 9 months pregnant and fell down a friend's icy outdoor stairway.
Or that time when I was 9 months pregnant when I stepped on Studley's toy and fell down our indoor stairway.
I know. I am the coolest.
Now, as a parent, I find the disappointment has turned into guilt and I find myself questioning every single move I make because I am terrified that I am screwing up my children's lives.
I am afraid I am going to disappoint my kids.
(I have never used the word "Hence" in my life so just go with it)
Somehow the thought of blowing a bubblegum bubble seems so small and simple.
And it kinda sounds like fun.
Alot more fun than screwing up my kids lives.
My therapist is young. I am sure she will still be in business when my kids are older.