Should any of the following occur, I will know that somewhere, pigs must be flying:
Should my husband ever let me be the one to sleep in while he gets up and gets all three boys dressed for school, packs their lunches and backpacks, pigs must be flying.
Should I ever have a good hair day without the assistance of a professional or at least a flat iron, an instyler, and tons of product, pigs must be flying.
Should a day pass without my boys saying the words “poop,” “butt,” “poopy” or any other potty word, pigs must be flying.
Should I actually be excited about soccer practice or first grade homework, pigs must be flying.
Should I find a pair of high heels that I actually like and want to wear over going barefoot or wearing flip flops, pigs must be flying.
Should my boys actually have good aim when using the potty, pigs must be flying.
Should I be excited about going 10 days without chocolate, wine, and all things bad for me, pigs must be flying. Though I am starting a detox today and following this one. But, I’m kinda cranky about it. So, no call to look for the flying pigs.
Give me one of your signs that pigs must be flying.