So its not fair. Last Christmas I wanted so bad to drown in bows and pink satin, so I made my little niece a pink tutu out of tulle, and to try it out, I put it on my middle child, who is about the same age and size. About ten seconds in that thing and he started to wail. Real tears. He shouldn't
want to wear a pink tutu. But
I want to make crafty things out of pink ribbon, and decorate a girls room with a fancy chandelier and go paint my nails at the beauty school. But instead, I've been blessed with boys. Its okay though. I am not that talented at crafts, and my nails aren't nice, and I never wore a crown to prom, or even high heels until I got into college. I have three boys, and they like to get dirty and run around without shirts on, and take things apart and find ways to gross me out. I love reading other people's crafty/recipe/lifestyle blogs, so I thought I should do it too. I used to be a high school history teacher, and now I'm a stay at home mom, but I hope to go back to teaching someday. I like to fill out bubble tests because there is something soothing about it, and a little egocentric as well, like, hey, all these bubbles are about me, and I'm worth it. And dancing. I like dancing.
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