sigh

i absolutely LOVE being a mom. i wear that title with pride. there is nothing more wonderful than being called mommy. it doesn't make me feel old. i don't try to hide it by dressing differently. i don't suck my tummy in when cute boys walk by. i'm proud of being a mommy. i'm proud to look like a mommy. having said all that...



the doorbell rang today at 2:30. during nap time. during my peace and quiet time. during the time when both boys are completely passed out asleep. at the same time. together. asleep. our loud doorbell rang. and echoed. throughout the house. and then a knock. arrrggghh! of course it was a salesman. and after whispering to him that i wasn't interested in whatever he was selling. not even to hear the awesome, great deal he could give me. he said "good afternoon ma'am "


whoa. back up. i am not a ma'am. am not. am not. am not! ma'am's are for little old ladies who wear panty hose and have their hair up in buns. i wear flip flops. and my hair is always a mess. how, oh how could he ma'am me? sure...he was only 18, but why would he ma'am me? how did this happen? when did this happen? i'm a mom. i can't be a ma'am.