I see you over there, the momma with two kids grabbing onto her pants as she orders at the counter, constantly interrupted by little voices saying I want cheese pizza and Dont forget the ranch. I watch as you gracefully scoop a third child off the floor and into your arms after he threw a tantrum because he wanted chicken nuggets for dinner. You somehow manage to find your wallet in your purse/diaper bag/ toy holder. I watched, amazed, as you carry four drinks and four cups of ranch to a table, with a little ones arms still clinging around your neck. You apologetically ask the woman at the counter for another drink because, inevitably, someone knocked theirs over as soon as you set it down. When the pizza comes and you think things will finally die down for a few seconds, your youngest pleads with you to cut up his pizza, even though hes old and competent enough to do such a task all on his own. You give in, saying: Ill just eat later. There goes another drink onto the floor, this time accompanied by a slice of pizza. Back to the counter and back to cutting up another piece of pizza. After all the kids have eaten, I glance over at your plate, still filled with your full slice of pizza. You toss it into the box with the rest of the uneaten pizza saying : Ill eat later. I see you round up your youngins, as you called them, back together and head to the car. I see you Wonder Woman, fighting so hard all day. You go maam, you go.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 00:29:51 +0000
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