alexa, make my husband understand me like your amazon targeted ads do
my five year old is wearing a velvet dress and gold heels and had me paint her nails red with silver sparkles and she’s chasing her brother with a chewbacca mask on
she really is living her best life
me: please go clean your room
5: mom don’t yuck on my yums
me: who taught you that?
5: my teacher
me: …how do you feel about being a kindergarten dropout?
i was so happy to be snuggled on the couch with both my kids when my sweet daughter turned to me, patted me and sweetly said “mommy you have a big big tummy”
parenting is not for the faint of heart
me: need a tissue?
kid: *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle* *sniffle*
my mothers motherly urge to make sure you are eating no matter how full you are
and then suggest you lose weight
5: mom i learned the months of the year!
me: oh yeah? what are they?
me: *tears up application to harvard
absolutely no one:
my 8 year old: i hate lasagna if someone ever brought me one when im old id make my wife eat it
nothing prepares you for when your sweet sensitive gentle eight year old son calls you “bruh” for the first time