Which is actually really strange. As many of you know, I cannot stand pants. Pants are for 25 year olds and five year olds. Actually I like dresses on five year olds. Well, five year old girls of course.
Not that I just hang out in my underwear. If I am wearing underwear today. I like skirts and dresses. It’s like I am super religious but love wine. For the win.
Anyway, I was honored when the gorgeous Cheryl at Mommypants asked me to write a guest post for her blog about a Mommypants moment of my own. Cheryl is such an amazing writer. Her blog is beautiful, poignant and full of humor and love.
A little of what her lovely blog is about:
I like to think of my blog as a place where we can share our stories – the good, the bad, and the really, really poopy. It’s about the sometimes stinky, frequently joyous, occasionally heartbreaking, often hilarious but always REAL moments of parenting. Because WE wear the Mommypants.
I hope to meet her someday so we can share a long run and a bottle a wine. Maybe at the same time.
I would love for you to visit me over at Cheryl’s place today. I’ve written about letting my kids go. Not that they are running away or getting an apartment or anything…just that sweet time in their lives where they start spending more time with friends and less time with the woman who gave them birth. Or something like that to make them feel really guilty.
Thank you for the love.