I don’t mind my new wrinkles. Really, I don’t. But a couple of them are starting to cause misunderstandings.
Exhibit A:
I swear I am not scowling angrily at my 12-month-old for wanting a drink. I’m trying to help him use a straw so he doesn’t dump ice water on himself. I’m just concentrating! Geez! It’s no wonder I often hear Violet say, “Mommy, are you angry? I want you to be happy!” or Rob say, “What was that look? What did I do?” when really I’m just squinting into the sun or calculating complex equations in my head.
Seriously… should I inject poison into my forehead to avoid people thinking I’m pissed at the world? Just wondering.
You don’t look mad. You look like you are seriously contemplating what’s actually in that container. Perplexed might be a better word.
lady, that is how you always look. you’re not mad, you’re cheris.
Well, I may have always had that expression, but it’s getting more… ingrained as years go by.
Pretty soon my kids are going to be scared of me all the time!
Cheris…pretty soon your kids are going to see you as the wonderful, unique, amazing, creative, loving, nurturing, sweet, human being that you are…and that will be the greatest gift, ever!…because that is who you are (warts and all…just like the rest of us!!!)
i agree with granny!
Thanks Leah! I love you ladies too and hope you are doing good…send me an email sometime!!! You are the best!
Love,
Ann…the other mother!