The conversation between me and The Dictator on the way to school the other day:
D: Mom, are you supposed to be driving with your elbows?
M: Only when you're putting on lotion. Duh.
Sometimes my magnificent parenting amazes even me.
Life can be insanely hard. But it can also be insanely grand. As far as I'm concerned, it all boils down to what kind of day you're having. And, as my amazing mom used to put it, "Some days you're the bug, some days you're the windshield". Simple, right? So...bugs or windshields?