The Mom

Jeannie had the phone propped between her cheek and shoulder listening to her husband, with her muddy, three year old son perched on her right hip while her eleven and twelve year old daughters stood beside her complain about a shirt that one of them was wearing, all while signing a clip board for the UPS driver at the door. When she shut the door to head to the bathroom with tar baby and the two bickering sibling following like ducks, she meets her four year old daughter in the hallway with lipstick smeared from one ear to the other looking like some sort of deranged clown.

The child smiles and says, “Don’t I look boo-tiful, Mommy?”

She grabs the child by the shirt with her free hand and pulls her along to the bathroom as well.

“I’m telling you, dear,” her husband says, “I thought this new job was supposed to be fast paced and exciting, but it’s so boring the day feels like it will never end.”

While In the other ear, Jeannie hears, “Mom, Katie said I could have the shirt,” while the other says, “No, I didn’t. I told Sally she could borrow it!”

Jeannie hears her husband continue, “If I wanted boring, I could have been a stay at home dad.”

Jeannie looks at her clown-faced daughter and replies. “Yeah, your right, honey. No excitement here.”