tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post3971683906801953003..comments2024-03-23T17:54:07.211-05:00Comments on Life in Tiny Town...: FunkMarie Greenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830798429713169174noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post-34730621652418011992007-09-11T17:15:00.000-05:002007-09-11T17:15:00.000-05:00I'm so sorry. I've been there. Too often.I'm so sorry. I've been there. Too often.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post-72794991645062926762007-09-08T10:07:00.000-05:002007-09-08T10:07:00.000-05:00I only have one and I feel like this. The laundry?...I only have one and I feel like this. The laundry? There are only two of us. HOW DOES IT NEVER END? I think I am a good mom to my one. I'm not sure I could handle more, sadly.Farrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01322144788826667458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post-86758443221773591502007-09-07T13:57:00.000-05:002007-09-07T13:57:00.000-05:00Oh girl, I understand. It will pass. It will! But ...Oh girl, I understand. It will pass. It will! But it doesn't suck any less in the meantime. Hang in there.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05170500094049647497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post-20046972139677970662007-09-06T18:35:00.000-05:002007-09-06T18:35:00.000-05:00i hear you, somedays i am amazed at what we moms d...i hear you, somedays i am amazed at what we moms do. dishes. laundry. sing itsy bitsy and abc's over and over and over. sometimes it just wears on you. my playgroup folks all seem to be in a major funk, helps to have others to vent to. hope your funk lifts soon.justmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05081885076553861768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post-2546463828350069902007-09-06T16:31:00.000-05:002007-09-06T16:31:00.000-05:00Ug. I KNOW. I've been LOSING IT.Ug. I KNOW. I've been LOSING IT.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post-70896599919543224362007-09-06T14:52:00.000-05:002007-09-06T14:52:00.000-05:00You are not alone. I feel this way at least weekl...You are not alone. I feel this way at least weekly, sometimes daily.<BR/><BR/>Hang in there. Or at least that's what everyone always tells me.Jennifer https://www.blogger.com/profile/08191366421121919596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post-84917637442628951042007-09-06T12:21:00.000-05:002007-09-06T12:21:00.000-05:00I think you just described every stay at home moth...I think you just described every stay at home mother in America (or at least the ones I know) It is kind of scary how accurate it is. (of course, I have let the bed thing slide. I just can't get the beds made anymore. I straighten them before I go to bed.)Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13766391093737887714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121112544008479313.post-91162193978475027642007-09-06T11:57:00.000-05:002007-09-06T11:57:00.000-05:00Sorry to hear. I've been very "funkish" lately my...Sorry to hear. I've been very "funkish" lately myself. The yelling has gotten to me as well. <BR/><BR/>I think you answered yourself that there will always be dishes. There will always be laundry to do. Toys to be picked up. Granted, you can't quit doing any of them. There is something called a "happy medium" that I've yet to find - but I hear it's out there. <BR/><BR/>If all that fails, you can tell yourself, <BR/>"Happiness is doing with a smile what you have to do anyway."<BR/><BR/>(And just keep reminding yourself that in a couple years, you can teach the older girls to do the dishes!! :D )Butrfly Gardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10284837155321500602noreply@blogger.com