I'm pretty sure I am a ROCK STAR and didn't realize it...
My room is often trashed (albeit by sippy cups and toys) but trashed no less
There could easily be a broken lamp or table leg thrown in the mix
I am followed by a group of (tiny) roadies who will scream or cry for my attention if necessary and often cheer when I enter a room
Said roadies emulate everything I do...dress like me, wanna wear my makeup, etc etc
You can often find me in the morning with blurry blood shot eyes, tousled hair, toting a ridiculously large coffee mug
Last but not least
I am often up till the wee hours of the morning "rockin" with a little party animal who has no regard to the noise level that is appropriate for that hour of the night
See? Rock star...
Now...where's my entourage?
PS...the first one of you who leaves a comment referring to the fact that I am also 30 and refusing to cut my ridiculously long hair...you're off the list...HA!!!
4 months ago