There are cows that pasture on the property behind us. No we never smell them but to our children the highlights of our property are the ditch in front and the cows behind.
You misread: the cows - plural - behind...our house.
We were playing animal charade (or is that charades - plural - ?) Marlyse happened to look out the window, "Oh, oh, look at those..." she stuttered for the word "those moo's fighting. "
The Princess has not come to the full realization of what motherhood does to ones brain yet she is surprisingly patient. "They are cows." she informed her aunt.
We watched a second longer when Marlyse gasped, "Oh and look the babies are running to join in."
Now The Princess is coming to a realization that perhaps Marlyse didn't make it past Kindergarten, "They are calves. "
Marlyse was chagrined, "I just can't be myself."
We were playing animal charade (or is that charades - plural - ?) Marlyse happened to look out the window, "Oh, oh, look at those..." she stuttered for the word "those moo's fighting. "
The Princess has not come to the full realization of what motherhood does to ones brain yet she is surprisingly patient. "They are cows." she informed her aunt.
We watched a second longer when Marlyse gasped, "Oh and look the babies are running to join in."
Now The Princess is coming to a realization that perhaps Marlyse didn't make it past Kindergarten, "They are calves. "
Marlyse was chagrined, "I just can't be myself."
Indeed, whoever thought one could be themselves around my children? If anything, I have lost myself completely. It is someone else entirely that gets frustrated with children who want breakfast served at 6:45am, or pulls out her hair if her husband does the dishes but doesn't actually wipe out the sink.
I am she who's patience could outlast the cows coming home.
It's just that, for a while, I can't be myself.