Well, do I...punk?
(haha...couldn't resist the Clint Eastwood reference.)
Ugh. I've heard myself utter these very words. I actually find myself wanting to say "I'm not your slave", but I refrain every
I think they're confusing me with a different type of mother. One like this perhaps?
When really, this is more my style:
These days though slave/maid/servant is pretty much how I feel as I hear my boys yell at me from their bedroom things like: "MOM, I WANT MILK" or "MOM, COME HERE" or "MOM, CAN YOU PICK UP MY TOY
I'm kind of sucking with sticking to my plan though, mostly because
So I'm working on it...I'm giving them the words..."Mommy, may I please have..." It's working with Big T. Little K on the other hand replies with "No, I don't want to say that". This is going to take some time, but I'm determined.
I know one thing for sure...if I'm going to be a maid around here, this is the type Hubby would want me to be:
In your dreams, Babe!