And the award goes to....

Yes, I am number one..

not because I pick boogers for those who cannot,

or stay up 'til 2 am

finishing a half done project for school.

(that I had only known about for a whole 30 minutes )

Or even because I do mountains of laundry.

(only to find most of it on the floor, still on a hanger)

Nor am I number one for engaging

my little ones in a conversation,

with a smile mind you, while their breath is so rank

I almost pass out.

I wish I could say it is from the hundreds of books

I have read over and over.

(until I have them memorized)

It's not even for the cracked and bleeding nipples

(yes I'm going there)

that I endured for the sakes of my babies' health.

And you know it's definitely not because

I sacrifice sweet sleep in the name of motherhood.

.......................

I am number one because even after lil' goofball gets in trouble

(for the 24th time today)

he, with post-punishment tears

streaming down his face,

hands me a homemade mother's day present and says

"Happy Mother's Day Mom...

I love you,

even when you're mad at me."

So here's to you.... Susan!

Way to go NUMBER 1 MOM!!

sike!

(and now pardon me while I crawl into a hole)

Wait a sec....this isn't my fault.

What's with the crappy gift giving, I mean

who gives their mom GUILT for Mother's day.