I don’t miss painstakingly cutting crusts pre-coffee, but I do miss writing love notes on their lunch napkins.
Typically, Mid-October means moms around the country are gearing up for a season of Pinterest-inspired holiday parties at school. But it’s 2020, and fun has been cancelled.
No, my son isn’t a good sleeper. In fact, he’s a terrible sleeper. And no, I don’t need your suggestions because trust me, we’ve tried them.
No, super involved volunteer mom, I don’t want to work the damn concession stand Friday night. I want to stay home and talk to zero people.
I think of all the things my master ankle-biter will be able to sink his teeth into:
Oddly enough, a semi-famous girl on IG with very few wrinkles and barely one butt dimple is part of the reason I learned to accept my own mom-bod.
Yes, my children are in a pod. A pod not every parent can afford, but a pod that is best for my children, who are Black. So take your judgment elsewhere.
Kids gonna be kids, and life’s gonna be life, so at the very least, we can gather some laughs in the void wasteland that is living in 2020.›‹