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Dear God. I need help.
Posted on February 7, 2010
Calling ALL writers!
Some friends and I are talking about doing a skit for our church’s Mardi Gras next weekend and I’d love to toss this out to the INTERNET and see who throws it back!
It’s going to be a few of us moms, moms to young kiddos, and we’re all going to pop in and out of a big wall (you know, LAUGH IN style?) and say things like, “Dear God, is it only 9am?”
Or.
“Dear God, 13 diapers is enough for one day isn’t it?”
OR.
“Dear God, people can’t really tell I haven’t showered in a few days can they?”
BUT we aren’t sure we have AWESOME ideas yet. And we want to BRING DOWN THE HOUSE with our hillariousness!
So if you want to PLEASE PLEASE help us… will you leave a comment with some ideas?
We’re actually doing two skits, one with letters to God from children and one with letters to God from moms. But it’s the MOM one we need help with! And it doesn’t have to be all about being a mom to little ones… we’re missing some funny stuff since we don’t have teenagers yet!
No prize for this, just my unending gratitude! THANKS!
Dear God, did I really just catch vomit in my hands??
Dear God, I can’t wait to blog about THIS!
Dear God, will I ever have a full conversation with my husband again?
Dear God, please give me energy to deal with my blessings!
Dear God, please let that noise be the dog and not the baby again!
Dear God, I love bedtime so much!
Dear God, is Daddy home from work yet?
Dear God, didn’t I just nurse an hour ago?
Dear God, will I ever be able to pee alone again?
dear god.
this is the most amazing experience I have ever felt.
sleep deprevation with a twist of fighting siblings, potty accidents, playdoh in the carpet and a minivan that won’t start.
but at the end of the day, my children smell sweet, put their little hands around my neck and squeeze me tight and tell me I am beautiful.
love me.
how about “dear God- I’m so confused!! What is it I’m supposed to be doing?”
Dear God-did anyone just see me wipe my kid’s nose with my sleeve?
Dear God-is it ok to use spit to clean Junior’s face?
Also, I love, love Gina’s about the vomit. That made Mike and me laugh out loud and we would be going to Mardi Gras if I wasn’t going to be out of town!
Trying to write for moms with young children is hard once you have a teenager, but here’s a couple:
Dear God – Am I paranoid? I feel like they’re ganging up on me.
Dear God – Is it okay to love my children, but not really “like” them?
Dear God – My 10-year old won’t clean her room. She said it was her “personal space”. Is she right?
Good luck with the skit!
Dear God – Can I take a crap without my baby in my lap?
Dear God – Did my toddler really drop his sippy cup and yell ‘crap’?
Dear God – please help me stop using the word ‘crap’ so my kids do too