Why can’t my house stay clean for more then 2 days?
Why does my daughter have to rip her best dress?
Why can’t I catch up with my work?
Why does my 4 year old give her half empty plate to her 6 month old brother?
This was the other day. Today looks even worse, believe me.
Why are there so many questions?
Why are there snotty noses?
Why is the entire area under the table covered with noodles, crackers and applesauce?
Why do we try and hide our worst moments?
Everyone has them.
Why hide them?
Why not relax and be happy with who we are?
Why is my 4 year old is eating applesauce out of the bowl?
Surely she knows better.
Why is the Russian Federation browsing my blog?
Why do we have to plant a garden?
Or weed it?
Why are my flower beds full of weeds instead of lovely blooming perennials like some peoples?
Why can’t life just be sprinkles on a cup cake?
Why can’t I just go with the flow, kick back, relax and enjoy life instead of stressing?
Why do I criticize so much?
Why don’t I enjoy the small things in life?
Why do I think THINGS are so important?
Why doesn’t my dryer have a buzzer so I can get the clothes out before they are wrinkled silly?
Why is the glass always half empty and the trash always full?
Are my kids going to need counseling someday because of me?
Why are there uglies with every pretty?
Why are we shriveled upside, dead and ugly, but on the outside pretend we aren’t?
Why don’t we ask for help?
Why don’t we help someone we see hurting instead of talking about them?
I look at my girls and they are like this bud, all ready to open, but what are they going to face?
Why can’t I just keep them locked up for awhile?
They are so sweet and innocent now.
Why does life have to be so real?
Little girls shouldn’t have to ask why some people are mean to them.
Do you ever just get tired, tired, tired of life?
Guess it’s good we do, we’d never want something better.
Why does the cat keep shedding hair all around here?
Why don’t I feel like ready ANOTHER Bernstein Bear book?
Why is there never enough money to go around?
Why do tired little boys never want to go to sleep?
Why can’t I be good at this and this and this like she is?
But if I could do everything I wanted, I wouldn’t need anyone else.
Why am I just sitting here instead of flying around and getting my work done?
Cause I am tired and need a break!
Why does my daughter leave the screen door open all the time?
Why am I asking all these questions today?
I don’t know.