BIG mushy Boo Bear.

The prodigal son bunked in with us gals yesterday. Seems that he can't sleep in his room due to choked up air condition. He must have bid me good night 5 times before he finally ducked under his sister's 'hello kitty' blankie. Shiteeee! Should have taken some pictures of that. Would have made great black mail photos :D

And what's with him calling 'mommy' repeatedly throughout the day?

As if 'mommy' is the very air he breathes.

Sighh.....When they were little, I can't wait for them to call me 'mommy'. (Would have served him my lungs on a silver platter, just to hear him utter "Mommy..mommy" )

In Boo's case..I waited 24 months. I know!!! Grrrrrrrr!

He called daddy, Jesus, everything else..before mommy :(

These days, I just wanna run away everytime I hear the 'M' word

......cause 'mommy' generally followed by;

1) ....FEED me!

2) ..... WHERE's my stuff?

3) ..... I need money for this and that

4) .... shit won't come out of the shithole

5) ..... why have I got hair growing in all those places (basically- anything under the sky..I am suppose to have answers for them)

Can't believe next year he might not be living with us anymore. My baby's all grown up. All ready to leave home and live on his own (provided I make lots of food for him to store away).

Looking at them all grown up, made me realized I am no spring chicken. Time flies....and what have I done with this life of mine??? Nothing much really.

I kept going round in circles....