It's that time again, and these two, fine ladies do this right.
Hey, It's Okay . . .
. . . to be the only mom in the world that doesn't throw big birthday parties for one-year-olds . . . or two-year-olds. (I'm pretty sure people are silently thanking me for not throwing one for Henry. There were a lot of babies born a year ago!)
. . . to not even be phased about the fact that your rear screen door is, literally, falling off the house.
. . . to not understand why someone needed to borrow your name, number, and address to get an auto insurance quote for a 2009 Mazda Tribute.
. . . to be really glad that nobody can see how ridiculously filthy your house is because you've been working 30-hour weeks for four weeks. (Must. Clean. This. Week.)
. . . to not really believe that your kid starts preschool a week from today—and that she's going to love it.
. . . to stop everything to listen to some baby gibberish.
. . . to feel so brilliant (yet, so stupid) because you figured out that if you move a gate hook to the other side of a fence post, the dog won't break out of your fenced-in yard. (I had been wracking my brain for a month about a solution for that one.)
. . . to go to your 10-year high school reunion and actually really enjoy seeing all those faces again. (Who knew? I actually did. I knew I'd enjoy it.)