This is what happens when we go to the Bucs Stadium to buy Monster Jam tickets in the middle of a harsh Florida winter.
(Side conversation with the lady taking forever at the ticket window… )
HER: “Oh my goodness I think he’s got sand in his mouth!”
ME: (with two Russian-Colombian toddlers) Yeah, I know. It’s ok. They’ve eaten worse. It’s fine. That’s how he learns (my almost-three-nager doesn’t listen to me anyway)
HER: “They’re gonna get sand all in their clothes! Oh my gosh he threw sand in his brother’s hair!”
ME: Laughing exhaustedly and thinking to myself (Thank you JESUS they are are distracted and not running around the stadium while I wait for this lady to buy tickets for a small country! This is what I call a “mommy breather”, lady! I’ll shake ‘em off before we get in the car. It’s fine!”
How many moms know all about choosing your battles
Dear Miss Mary 