Because eventually, everything's in the past. You breathe, accept the gifts and move on.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Rejected Magazine Pitches Don't Die ...

... they just turn into blog posts.

Games Moms Play

Hide and Seek: When you stay in the pantry with the door shut eating Rolos because the crinkling of the package will be the wrapper heard 'round the world and you just don't want to share.

One Potato, Two Potato: What you resort to to get your kids to eat dinner.

Marco Polo: When you realize you haven't heard your kids in a while and you trace them through the house with a call and response.

Twister: The limb contortions you undergo as you navigate small bodies trying to reach the doorbell or the ringing phone - which should be a straight shot.

Go Fish: Sifting through your collection of sippy cups to match cups with lids, as well as locate the 40-odd pieces that make up the no-spill stoppers.

Red Rover: When your neighbor makes your day by offering to take your daughter for a playdate.

Musical Chairs: What you desperately hope dinnertime won't turn into.

Candy Land: The secret part of your house, inaccessible to kids, designated for the bounty collected each Halloween.

Freeze Tag/Statues: When you and your husband, otherwise occupied, realize that the kids you were sure were sleeping are awake.

Duck Duck Goose: What you look like you're playing as you stoop through the house picking up toys, sippy cups, and clothes.

Mother May I:
Negotiating with yourself for permission to go get a massage or that long-due manicure.

Dress Up:
When morning jelly hands and runny noses force you to change your work clothes. Twice.


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