Seeing as how it’s Mothers Day weekend and all I thought I’d put a motherly twist on a couple of posts this weekend.  And what better place to begin than showing off the recent post-it note awards I was given after a particularly trying discussion with my 13-year-old.  The whole thing left me feeling spent.  I turned to my husband to vent about how raising not one, not two, but three teenage daughters would surely be the death of me.  After spewing all that nastiness I went back to my scrapbook table to finish the project I was working on.  Moments later my husband appeared by my side and stuck a little square of yellow paper to my shirt.  I looked down and this is what I saw: 

     He totally deserved a hug, which I gladly gave him before returning to my work.  A bit later my ten-year-old came to check the progress on the album and asked why the heck I was wearing a post-it.  I told her and she disappeared, presumably off to the backyard or to play her DS.  Moments later though, she appeared right back at my side.  She removed the sticky note from my shirt only to replace it with this one:

     I’m going to have to stash this one away because Lord knows that in about three years, when she and I are the ones having the trying discussions, she’ll be looking to tear this up into tiny little pieces.