One of the hardest things about being a mom is wrangling up the troop when we have soccer practice or ballet at some God-awful hour. You know ~ the shoes, the gear, the whining, the hollering, the STRESS!
“Uggggghhhhh. Is this real life?” (Her insole of her sneaker came out)
“Yes, this is real life. What’s the problem? Why are you being so weird?”
“Help me!!! This, ugggggghhhhhhhhhh, SHOE is all wrong.
“No need to be a pain.”
“What kind of a pain? Ass or neck? It’s ass, isn’t it?”