me: i just don’t know if should i spend $35
him: on what?
me: more books
him: if you’re going to read them
me: …that’s not the point
I’m in that magical stage of parenting where I don’t need to change diapers or carry baby gear but I also don’t have to deal with teenage problems yet and my kids still think I’m smart and funny…how do I stay here???
having children is great because just when you’re on the brink of insanity from overstimulation one of them will launch into an hour long educational session on pokemon
getting off the floor: the extreme sport of middle age
everytime IT tells me to clear my cache and cookies i imagine giving away my money and treats
me: did you hear about the letters “N” and “A”?
me: they were a-salt-ed
me: do you want more breakfast
6: no im full i have a small tummy
me: ok that’s fine you can-
6: not like you, have a big tummy, huge, it’s so big, not like my small one yours is so giant-
me: I SAID you can go now thanks
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
my dad hates when i spend money on take out and loves to complain while he’s eating the onion rings i just paid for
me: how was your day
5: my day was horrible! i wanted to stay home but you made me go to school so i went! but then i went to the library and got a book, and made a book mark. it was great!
why can’t there be a school picture package with only 1 big picture and 3 medium ones? has anyone in existence used up 52 wallet sized pics of their kids?
how about a smoke detector that can tell the difference between me cooking bacon and my house being engulfed in flames