2004-08-21 - 11:30 p.m.
I woke up my daughter Sara (without the H!) this morning at 6 am so she could get ready for her rugby practice at 7:30. I dropped her off at 7:15 and got back just in time to wake up Kevin who had to go to his hockey practice for 8:30. He had cereal and then away we went.
While I was driving my huge hulking gas guzzling Sherman tank-esque SUV (7 miles on the gallon!) my cellular phone started to ring. I picked it up and it turned out I had brought Kevin to the rugby practice instead of the hockey practice. I went back and picked him up and drove him to hockey practice. Then I realized....where the hell did I put Sara?
I retraced my steps and figured it out. I went to the rodeo show uptown and found her standing next to a puddle of mud (not the band, that music is too violent for my kids) and with her arms crossed. "Mommy, how could you leave me here?! This isn't the rugby practice!" she said. "Sweetheart...sometimes mommies make mistakes too," I said while holding back the tears.
GOD I love being a mom. I dropped her off at her REAL rugby practice and then drove home. My husband was washing the car. "Hey sexy lady...wanna fuck?" he asked. "Oh Jon...you always were a feisty one...okay. I guess." He pumped his fist into the air and off we went to bed.
I just laid there and let him stake me. I'm sure all guys like it when they're humping lifeless sexy girls huh?
Once Kevin's friend told him I was a MILF.
