The Gritty continues... :)

I recently posted about being a regular mom - not a perfect one - just one with all the "gritty" that goes along with being me! I LOVE this response from a sweet friend of mine (I will withhold her name for her own protection!! :)

I love looking at your blog every now and then, and your recent post cracked me up! I just had to share because hearing those things from another mom really just confirms that we all must be feeling that way. You are not alone:

My closet looks like a gigantic tornado ripped through and hung out for a while. (I keep the door shut!)
--Closet? We just have a collection of laundry baskets in our living room.
I threw a sheet over my kid's wet bed and patting it with a sleepy smile, "all ready baby! night night!" (ok, come one you have done that at least ONCE?!)
--Actually, no I haven’t done this one…because I haven’t gotten my kids to sleep in their own bed yet. So when this happens, it’s in our bed, and I just use a towel.
When my car door opens at the elementary school pick up line things fall out.
--The worst is an open container of crayons. At least the trash just blows away.
I cried the other day because I was just so tired.
--I didn’t cry. I just passed out on the couch and stayed that way as my daughter piled her stuffed animals on top of me.
Kindergarten makes me feel like i am back in jr high. All the other mom's totally intimidate me.
--I’m not intimidated, but that’s because I’m not even in the game. Makeup? Cute shoes? Ironed clothes? Seriously?? (P.S. I bet you intimidate THEM!)
I have more than one junk drawer. (ok, more than two)
--Junk baker’s rack proudly on display in the kitchen.
My laundry room often resembles a yard sale.
--I think our laundry room has a floor. I don’t see it much
I yelled at my little boy. (ugh, i hate that so MUCH!!)
--I yelled at my little boy. I yelled at my little girl. I yelled at my husband in front of them. Multiple times :(
I don't home school my children.
--I work outside the home. MAJOR guilt. Forever!!
I ran a red light.
--A school bus honked at me for not stopping when it did. But she didn’t have her little stop sign out!!! Sigh.
Sometimes we are all really crabby (the kids and I) on the way to church and then have to ask forgiveness before SMILING our way to Sunday School.
--We have to make multiple exits from Mass for spankings.
I cannot EVER find matching socks, shoes, or really anything that has a pair.
--My socks are black. All black. They aren’t necessarily pairs, which is why all my socks are black. And they are all in those laundry baskets.