Something I am pondering today…
Twice this morning (on the radio, and in print), I heard/read the expression “I’m a busy Mom of 2…” Maybe its my hormonal brain, but thinking about that expression, do you ever hear someone say…
“I’m a busy Mom of 1…” ?
So if you have one child, are you less busy? Not busy? Not busy enough to warrant being able to complain about being busy?
Secondly, an observation.
As an infertile hopped up on baby-making crack (a.k.a. ovulatory stimulants), you damn well know when I first saw this sign, I did not see the McDonald*s logo, or even, the fat-riddled sausage sandwich.
I thought it could be a message from God himself.