Why do I refuse to apologize? Because I have earned the right to do those things and be forgiven. I have earned the right by:
- Walking the halls all night with a col icy baby
- Using those nasty cloth diapers because you were allergic to disposables and having to wash them out in the toilet before putting them in the diaper pail
- All the times I hemorrhaged from the finger sticks I got from diaper pins
- Crying and feeling like I failed you every time I had to paddle your padded behinds--here I thought I was sending you to your room to think about what you did wrong and to feel bad. Later I find out it was only a great chance for you to pad your underwear.
- Hours in the car hauling your butts from here to yon; not to mention bringing the friends along
- More hours listening to a 3 year old say "guess what?" 600 times a day.
- Letting you live when you were 3 and flipped me off
- Listening to three toddlers squeal "MINE!!!!" about 500 times a day for approximately 6 years
- The times I had to resort to yelling that you will not be allowed touch each other again in your whole lives if you whine "he touched me" one more time today in the car
- Putting out the fire you started in the backyard
- Digging up, cleaning up, and giving new life to all the GI Joe figurines that "died in battle and had to be buried."
Do I need to go on? This is only a partial list of the reasons why you need to give a break sometimes. Just shake your head and remind your self that, yes, I am a crazy old woman. Just remember it is you who made me that way.
