What do mothers want?
Well, it depends on who you ask. Some want a happy marriage, some like a fat bank account. Quite a few of us want a rewarding career, and almost every mom I know is still looking for that perfect pair of casual-fancy shoes.
We want bouncy hair and perky boobs, and we’re not afraid to break down the walls that have kept us hidden for so long. We have
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But if there’s one thing that unites every mother, one thread that weaves through all our desires, it is this:
(Are you listening God?)
For one day.
JUST FOR ONE DAY, CAN MY KIDS STOP COUGHING INTO MY EYEBALLS AND RUBBING THEIR GERMY HANDS ON EVERY SURFACE?