“Why?” The word alone can send even the most sane mother into early menopause. If I had a nickel for every time one of my children asked me “Why?” I could buy a one-way ticket to my early 30’s.
For fun, I thought I’d turn the tables and share a few personal why’s from my own middle-aged treasure trove.
Why do I crave 1,000 calorie treats right before bed?
Why does a line come to a screeching halt the moment I stand in it?
Why am I the only one who can figure out how to change a roll of toilet-paper?
Why does everyone in my home come to me when they’re hungry? (Including my husband.)
Why do I sit behind my steering wheel ONLY when the gas guage reads empty?
Why does the pastor talk directly to me during every Sunday sermon?
Why do my pants seem to be getting smaller?
Why can’t I figure out how to use my cell phone?
Why wasn’t blogging around seventeen years ago when I was a new mom?
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