Sometimes, we (it's not just me, right?) have these moments of sheer exasperation even though we love being a mom. A few days back, I'd hit my max. One of the kids told the other to, "Shut the freak up."
I came unglued. I stormed into the room with my loud mom feet and yelled, "We do not speak like that to each other!" And as I said SPeak, a big ol' glob of spit flew out of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. Both of us just stood there feeling the tension, and all I could add was, "Or I will ...spit all over you," as I pointed to my face.
Then we both busted a gut.
