Can we rename self-care or at least give better, more realistic examples? Like hiding in the pantry and eating fruit snacks or blasting Nirvana on the radio.
You could always set up an industrial Hazmat foyer for decontaminating your kids every time they enter the house.
Who else can you fake call all through November and December to get your kids to brush their damn teeth?
It’s a lie when we tell parents of young kids that “it gets easier.” Because although our kids eventually stop pooping themselves, parenting never gets easier.
At least we have the nightly ritual of telling ourselves it will be better tomorrow.
It looks about as you would expect: naked rears and fannies/packages splayed out towards our solar overlord, just begging to soak up that (vitamin) D.
November is for frosty mornings, hot cups of caffeinated whatever, and gearing up for some holiday craziness.
If you’ve got picky eaters coming to Thanksgiving, like your cousin Zelda who only eats air now, here are a few ideas to help you endure the day.