@thebiglybestestdoggie: Mother’s Day is right around the corner, so I thought I’d take Momma to the park. Or maybe she brought me there. Actually, I don’t even remember how we got there. Oh well. We always have such a good time together. I love my Momma, and I just know she loves me too!
All smiles on a beautiful sunny day!
~Happy Tuesday, friends! Sunshine and a sweet doggie… the perfect recipe for happiness!~
I’m not gonna lie.
I’m not really feeling the love.
My darling boys almost forgot that Mother’s Day is tomorrow.
Until I reminded them yesterday.
But alas, motherhood is a thankless job.
Fortunately, it’s not without its humorous moments.
So why don’t we take a moment to celebrate the awesomeness of moms?
Because, let’s face it, moms are awesome.
(Yeah. A crazy, multitasking masochist sounds about right.)
(Does going out of my mind count as a vacation?)
(Hellooo!?! Do you think I enjoy talking to myself? I’ll have you know that I do not, in fact, enjoy talking to myself. Are you even listening?!?)
(Because, evidently, nobody else besides mom can see the invisible, overflowing basket of laundry that keeps mysteriously multiplying.)
(Oops, too late. I guess 364 days was too long for my sanity to stick around.)
(Move over, Iron Man! You probably know me as my alter ego, Wonder Woman. Yeah. Take that!)
(Wearing the cape is typically too much of a hassle. And it blows our cover. We’re supposed to be human, after all.)
(Dogs love unconditionally and never back talk. And they’re always so grateful. Unlike some people I know…)
(Oh crap. Who let the cat out of the bag? Was it those darned kids? They’re lying to you! I swear!)
(Mom? Mom who? Okay, so sometimes moms find ourselves in situations where we’re forced to pretend we’ve never seen those angelic creatures before in our lives. It happens.)
(Amen to that! Now where’s my margarita?)
(Quite possibly the most heartfelt way to thank your mom for all that she has ever done for you.)
~Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there! Hope you get to enjoy a nice margarita and a day off from laundry and all that other domestic nonsense.~
I am the best mom, and I am the worst mom.
I am amazing, and I am far from exceptional.
I am strong, and I am a total wuss.
I am kind, and I am pure evil.
I am funny, and I am without a trace of humor.
I am your best friend, and I am your worst nightmare.
I know everything, and I know absolutely nothing.
I am not perfect. I am perfectly imperfect.
I am the World’s Okayest Mom.
In a world where too many strive for the very perfection that is only perfectly impossible, okay is sometimes, well…okay.
I’m not gonna lie. There are definitely times where my sweet, adorable boys drive me to drinking.
And if they were of legal age to drink, they’d probably be tempted to do the same after a long, hard day.
But since that isn’t an option for them, they demonstrate their frustration by peeing off the top of the staircase.
(Just kidding! I’m not raising a bunch of barn animals. Geez!)
In all seriousness, my boys are happy, compassionate, well-adjusted kids.
And that, my friends, is a fairly accurate indication that I must at least be doing something right.
Which is why I took the liberty of awarding myself the title of The World’s Okayest Mom.
After all, I’ve got the shirt to prove it.
And if the shirt fits…
~Happy Mother’s Day to all the marvelous moms out there! And while we’re on the subject of moms, a big shout out to my own incredible mom. Some of you already know her as Tink the Belle from Playing By My Own Rules. If you haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting her, please stop by and check out her inspirational blog. She’s simply amazing. ~
Seriously, I’ve got a shirt to prove I’m The World’s Okayest Mom. How cool is that?
(World’s Okayest Mom originally appeared on Comically Quirky on 5/6/16)
I am the best mom, and I am the worst mom.
I am amazing, and I am far from exceptional.
I am strong, and I am a total wuss.
I am kind, and I am pure evil.
I am funny, and I am without a trace of humor.
I am your best friend, and I am your worst nightmare.
I know everything, and I know absolutely nothing.
I am not perfect. I am perfectly imperfect.
I am the World’s Okayest Mom.
In a world where too many strive for the very perfection that is only perfectly impossible, okay is sometimes, well…okay.
I’m not gonna lie. There are definitely times where my sweet, adorable boys drive me to drinking.
And if they were of legal age to drink, they’d probably be tempted to do the same after a long, hard day.
But since that isn’t an option for them, they demonstrate their frustration by peeing off the top of the staircase.
(Just kidding! I’m not raising a bunch of barn animals. Geez!)
In all seriousness, my boys are happy, compassionate, well-adjusted kids.
And that, my friends, is a fairly accurate indication that I must at least be doing something right.
Which is why I took the liberty of awarding myself this totally appropriate trophy.
Trust me, I’ve earned this honor.
~Happy Mother’s Day to all the marvelous moms out there! Your dedication and loyalty are truly commendable and deserve to be recognized and celebrated, 365 days a year!~
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