Hey Friend, I’m coming over.
Please don’t clean up. Please don’t dress up.
The only ‘up’ I expect is the acting up that our children will be doing. The only ‘up’ I won’t allow is us getting fed up with the chaos that is sure to ensue and encircle us.
Hey Friend, I’m coming over.
Please don’t stress the mess. Please don’t apologize for planning less.
The only stress I want to see is when that shiitake leaves your being with each laugh you let out.
The only plan I will allow is the one that states that when we are together, we must chill the fudge out.
Hey Friend, I’m coming over.
Please don’t be embarrassed by your child’s behavior. Please don’t judge me for that of mine.
The only thing you are allowed to be embarrassed about is your lack of ‘give a fudge.’
