I want to be the kind of mom that does not stress over snow cones at a gymnastics meet.
The kind of mom that does not think about the color of poop her kids will have after consuming so much food dye.
The kind of mom that does not worry if brand new clothes get stained...and therefore ruined because I refuse to use chemical filled laundry care.
I don't want to worry if bits of snow cone splatter on the back of the man in front of us.
I don't want to internally beat myself up because my kids are busy arguing over a shared nasty frozen colored sugared water cup instead of watching the athletes perfom amazing feats of flexibility over the uneven bars.
But I am not that mom.
So, my kids just had their first and last snow cone of 2011.
I also want to be the kind of mom who lets more things go...allows desks to remain messy and floors scattered with clothing and sloppy art work grace the walls and non-art posters to hang in the bedrooms...but I am not that mom.
Sorry kids I just can't handle the stress and agony!