My mom-soulmate
I’m pretty sure I ran into my mom-soulmate at Toys R Us the other day. I’ll call her my mommate. So, here is an open letter to my mommate, I saw you walking around the toy store chasing after three little ones. Almost the same age as my brats. Hair up, bags under eyes, a tired look on your face. I give you props for not only grtting up and getting everyone dressed and ready, but even taking them to a toy store on a Sunday afternoon. I understand that struggle very well. I saw you arguing with your husband when he asked you to grab something and you saying “maybe the one who isn’t chasing the kids around should!” I think i’ve said those exact words at least once a week. I came down an asile chasing after my two year old who had just dicaovered an entire rack of baby dolls and you were there standing with your feet on either side of a one year old girl as she screamed and rolled back and forth on the floor. You smiled and me and I smiled a “knowing” look back. Sometimes it’s nic
