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That awkward moment when your child looks to you for wisdom and you’re like, “Honey, I don’t even know what day of the week it is.
Me, to all my kids before the age of 2. “No screens allowed.” On their 2nd birthday, handing over iPad. “This is your mother now.
The best part of shopping at Target is the convenience. And that at least one mom always looks more frazzled than I do.
Me: Do that thing I like Husband: [takes the kids and leaves]
Mom Mom Mommy Mom Ma MOM MOMMY MOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMY MOMMMMMMMMMMY What are you eating? Xanax.
Son: Are you eating pie for breakfast? Me (eating pie): No. Fruit casserole. Want some? Son: NO. I hate casserole. Me (whispers): I know…
My 4yo just shut the bathroom door on me while I was inside and told me I was in jail. So I locked the door. I love this game.
A baby shower game requested everyone write parenting advice on a notecard, so I wrote down my favorite margarita recipe.
First kid: healthy, organic everything. After third kid: KFC chicken leg falls on floor – just pick it up and eat it, I don’t care.
I never knew you could do a job that you pretended to know what you were doing for longer than 3 years until I became a parent.
Asked to switch seats on the plane because I was sitting next to a crying baby. Apparently, that’s not allowed if the baby is yours.
Mary Poppins voice* Ok, children! Time to go! [15 min later] *Batman voice* I said let’s go.
I just grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, went to the sink and turned on the faucet. And then started to walk away without filling the glass. I’m responsible for raising children.
Dropped my kids off at the dry cleaners and my shirts off at soccer. #RunningOnFumes #WingingIt #MomLife
I’m inventing a swaddle blanket for like 5 year olds. It’s basically a straight jacket, but with a friendly name like “The Tantrum Hug.
I’m busy clearing out clutter in my house today to make room for more dashed hopes and dreams.
8 yo: “Mommy, what did you want to be when you grew up?” Me: “Not this tired.
Sorry I’m late, my son noticed his pupils were circles and he wants square ones.
I feel like I’d be a much better parent if I didn’t have to do it every day.