Parental Sacrifice

You know you always hear about those parents who say they make the ultimate sacrifice everyday for their children. I get that, I totally do. There are those parents that move across the country to get their child to a place where they can pursue stardom or those that have mortgaged their house to the max to put their children through ivy league schools. Or what about those that have bailed their children out of jail, like, a billion times? What peeves me is that no one seem to talk about the other serious sacrifices parents make. Let me give some examples. 1) I have not bought new underwear in, like, a century. 1) I can see my toes through my socks, and they did not come that way. 3) I cannot visit the bathroom for any length of time since I am almost ALWAYS interrupted by some emergency, oh, like, "mom, what color is this?" 4) and that my nice Guess purse has turned into a sort of diaper bag carrying everything but my wallet, keys and phone. Now, I will be darned if my kids don't get a new wardrobe every five to six months or so including, but not limited to: white tee shirts, underwear and girly panties, socks and tights, dresses, shoes and big boy jeans. I also make sure to change their toothbrushes every three months. I haven't had the chance, or the money, to change the head of my sonic care for, like, two years. (I run it through the dishwashers Sanitize cycle to get fresh bristles). I also tend to shower ever other day since there is no time to shower everyday, and my wardrobe consists of pajama pants and tee shirts. Did I mention that my hair is tied up in a perpetual birds nest, rivaling that of Amy Winehouse? So while most parents make those big sacrifices, god bless them, I make little ones everyday; my underwear can pay homage to the little sacrifices we parents make on a daily basis for those pint-size humans living in our midst.