And the award for worst Mom of the year goes to...

Here it is my plea...to not be nominated worst Mom of the year...

I promise to pretend to eat all the play-dough meals my kids can make, making gulping sounds and enjoying it! I promise to let them wear what they want, like my mommy did, even if it's cowboy boots and green shorty shorts, and put their thumbs through make-shift holes in their sleeves if they so feel the need. I promise to look past ill-made beds, because little hands can't make military-style made beds (I may still remake them later). I will do endless loads of laundry even if half of it was worn for maybe 5 minutes, tops.. and ignore my childrens best attempt to put their clothes away, in the wrong drawers and unfolded (again, will probably have to correct it unbeknownst to them) but will praise them the same because they are learning to be independent.

I will kiss all boo-boos even the 1mm ones not visible to the human eye, I will keep calm when they continually get out of their bed with something extremely important that they have to tell me at 9pm that will eat them up if they have to wait until morning... but.... I may not be able to put my dear lil monkeys in cages to protect them from all their attempts to grow to be circus stars... so heres to many more accidents to come (or hopefully not) if I am the worst Mother of the year, My only wish is that my kids will still love me..