…like a little kid in an adult world
with a fancy kitchen
and all the latest appliances
and dress up clothes
and your own wheels
and offspring, no less
and a pervasive worry that one day there will be someone knocking at your door with serious papers and a man in a trenchcoat with a file on you that proves without reasonable doubt
that are just not fit to be a grown up and your jig will be up.
come on tell the truth-
don’t you ever feel this way?
I know.
Maybe the worst part is we are supposed to dress uptight
YES!
YAY-It is not just me.
I do. I so totally do. Especially when I’m twirling around in a tutu in the middle of the afternoon…
Oh Nancy, almost every day! I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve looked around my home and at my children and thought, “whaddya mean, I’m in charge??”