There I was, wrestling with “The Beast” (aka: Full Kitchen Trash Bag), out-manned, out-matched and out-maneuvered as contents began to spill out onto the floor. “Help Needed!”, I yelled to no one in particular. Both of my boys came bounding into the kitchen to my aide. Together, we tamed “The Beast”. They’ve got my back. I’m not alone. It feels good.
I love this so much! This post really touched me. Isn’t it moments like this when being a mother is totally worth it :0)
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That’s wonderful! I’m glad they didn’t hesitate to help you. 🙂
I know, right!! Must not have been anything good on TV at the time…