If I knew anyone would bother reading this blog, I would have given it a better name. It’s too late now.  But in retrospect, I think kimsbiggirlpanties.blogspot.com would have been the better choice. Because these past couple days, I sure could have used someone reminding me that I own a pair of big girl panties. My bad attitude started with a phone call from my daughter’s teacher.  They desperately needed parents for her swimming field trip the next day.  Could I come in? Well no.  Why?  Because I hate field trips, I hate rostering and I hate bathing suits.  I don’t like that many kids all together, I don’t really like pools and I wanted to go to spin class. Surprisingly, none of those answers sounded good coming out of my mouth.  So I call the day home I can occasionally send my son to when I need to roster and ask if she could please tell me she had no room for Jonas the next day.  But she couldn’t.  Because she had room. So I waited until the very last minute to call the teacher back, hoping and praying that she had found someone else.  She had not. So I resign myself to go on the Kindergarten Swimming Fieldtrip.  Someone tried to tell me after I was being obedient to God’s call to me as a mother.  But I don’t believe obedience counts if you have the kind of shitty attitude I was going in with. I even let my daughter overhear me on the phone whining.  She’s sitting there, so excited her mommy is coming swimming, and…