My kids...I tell you....The other day, I was frying catfish for Sunday supper. The grease was hot and poppin'. Dylan was supposed to be helping me cook supper as his chore for the day. He was over doing some dishes. I was standing with Wade as he was "helping" to direct me in if the fish was done or not. Just then the grease popped and landed on my hand. It was hot and burnin'. My first instinct was to scream an explicative, but I am a mom and so I have trained myself not to say those kinds of words. So, instead, I chose to scream out, "SON OF A BIOTCH!"
Dylan turns and looks and says, "What's a biotch?"
Mother of the year=Me
Malia
About Me
- Malia
- I am a mother of three, two boys and a girl, with a wonderful husband. I am hard-working, stressed and blessed. I find that I feel I need to fill some kind of void in my heart, but haven't found what the void is yet. I am a middle child and once I was married and had my own children, I began struggling with the middle child syndrome. I want to be the soccer mom and stepford wife, but can't find the money or resouces to do so. I love my extended family and am very close knit with each of them. My idols were my grandparents, now, just my grandmother. If I could be like one person, it would be her. I fear the day she leaves me. I still mourn the day he did. I am trying to find purpose and meaning in this life and trying to cherish every precious moment with my babies.
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