You've Gotta Have a Villiage

Because here's the thing, y'all. Let me let you in on a little secret: this parenting gig is no joke... And there's no manual. You need a hope, a prayer and a Villiage. My Momma Villiage saves my rear all of the time. They are a group of beautiful faces and even more lovely hearts. They come bathe your kid when you are literally crawling across the floor over piles of (clean, thankfully) laundry because you are clumsy and broke your toes. They drop off a kind note and a mani/pedi gift certificate when the volunteer position you took on becomes a full time job. They send a funny text message that makes you laugh and cry at the same time, because you're knee deep in kid and dog puke and you can't have a drink because it is only 9 am. You need a Villiage. When your kid wakes up with newly discovered sensory issues and won't wear underwear, you need a Villiage. When your kid seems to be having an allergic reaction to a chicken and you can't administer an antihistamine while holding your other goldfish toting baby, you need a Villiage. When it all just becomes too much, you need a Villiage. When no one else wants to hold Merv the Rooster and his five inch claws, you need a Villiage. It's good to sit back and know that we are all in this together. That no matter what, we are a Villiage. xxoo