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Women I Never Thought I'd Be

1. Before I got married, my best friend from college called and asked me to come over to see what she got for Mother's Day. She had two small children 11 months apart and I was still single. I envied that she got to celebrate an extra holiday and get presents. I arrived to find her standing on a small mountain of dirt in the driveway. "A whole truckload!" She announced, proudly.

This year I asked for a tiller for Mother's Day.

2. My friend, Lisa, has six children, her husband is the bishop in her ward, and she was a newly called Primary president. She told me that she was so crazy lately that she got out of the shower the other day and didn't know if she had washed herself off. I chalked it up to six children. I only have four.

Last week I got to the garage before I realized I didn't have on a bra.

Happy Mother's Day all of you crazy mothers!

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  1. NatalieMay 10, 2009 at 8:36 PM

    Happy mothers day to you too!! I asked for garden boxes this year...

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  2. AmberMay 11, 2009 at 6:27 AM

    Some of us can't help but notice the bra thing immediately, and all is wrong in the world until that is taken care of. Thanks for the smile today.

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  3. wendyMay 11, 2009 at 9:34 PM

    lol~!

    I am "this close" to shaving my head. It's got to be more than a boatload of mediocre hairdressers. I chalk it up to one child, one busy husband, and not enough creativity to fit personal hygiene into my schedule on any sort of regular basis.

    Hope your Mother's Day was good!!

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  4. CJ SimeMay 13, 2009 at 11:19 AM

    Have you ever had to wonder why one armpit is Secret Spring Fresh but the other armpit is not-a-secret super stinky? Thats me. Thank ya very much. Good thing I only have one kid or who knows what kind of shape I would be in.

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  5. ChristaMay 18, 2009 at 9:09 AM

    oh tears filled my eyes as the laughter came out of my mouth! Just as they did when I read your comment of the Meanest Mom about going home to take a nap during church...man I wish I could do that, darn callings. I realized the other day that since I had my twins two years ago, I have NEVER left the house without going back inside to get something I forgot...sometimes it's a child, one time it was my shirt.

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