A Contrast Of Siblings

I know I've mentioned my sister, Angie, numerous times on this blog but did you know I have a brother too? Yep. I do. His name is Steven and he lives in Florida so I only see him once, maybe twice, a year. He's also 6 years older than I am--and a boy-- so we weren't really close growing up. Okay, so he did design clothes for my Barbie dolls, but other than that, we just didn't have much in common.

For the past 2 weeks, Steven has been traveling around France and Germany. For the past 2 weeks, I've been to Walmart 4 times.

While in Germany, he visited the Cologne Cathedral which contains the remains of the 3 Wise Men. At church last Sunday, the boys were a holy terror, so while in the cry room, I put them each in a corner. During Mass. In front of Father William. And I'll do it again if I have to.

In Paris, Steven was served croissants, (real) French onion soup, and fine wine. I serve my family fruit loops, pb&j sandwiches, and juice boxes. Daily.

He spent hours walking with his boyfriend along the Brittany coast in France. I spent hours last Monday trying to get the pee smell out of my living room carpet from where the boys tipped over their potty.

I think this is where I'm supposed to say how I wouldn't trade my life for his and motherhood is full of joy and wonder and blah, blah, blah, but dangit, I want some croissants too! And I don't mean from Walmart!