More and more often lately, when I find myself staring at the cardboard carcass of the toilet paper roll I just finished off, I find myself having to admonish myself firmly, "Be the Mom."
Invariably, I sigh a completely adolescent, thoroughly put upon burst of a sigh then, eyes rolled in the back of my head, grab a new roll.
I'm not sure why this has become an issue for me suddenly, but there you have it. I guess it's true we do regress as we get older.
I prefer to think I'm just younger and younger at heart.
(Oh, the breakfast crumbs on the table are just a little bonus from me to you.)
Love from the farm,