i was lamenting about my week without mm the other day at gymnastics. he went to nyc to be with his grandma while she had a stent put in. everything went well, and he is home safe and sound. and i did remarkably well, considering mm does a TON around here. more than i ever noticed, actually.
oh and by the way, i got NO sympathy from the gym moms whose husbands travel all the time. no really, thanks girls.
a wise (in more ways than one) mom said, "sometimes, you just have to put on your big girl pants and do your job."
i chuckled and went on my merry way, well, semi-merry way. i was alone with three kids for a LONG time...
since then i have loved using that phrase. on tuesday i put on my "big girl pants" and took care of a flat tire by myself. well, i called aaa, by myself. baby steps, people.
i also took the car and filled the spare tire with air - all with my "big girl pants" on.
today i put on my "big girl pants" and took back the paint that i was very unsatisfied with - that is so not like me...
anyone else had to put on their "big girl pants" lately?