Fart cannons, a relentless urine smell in the bathroom, and vomit sounds for fun. This is the soundtrack of my life as I raise two boys.
Happy end of February, and cheers to March! Seriously, who needs counseling when you have 140 characters?
I hope my kids someday appreciate all the things I did for them, but are also grateful for all the things I didn’t do as well.
Raising 4 kids through the baby years, then school-age years, and now college years, is like a game of Pac-Man. You really need Power Pills, though.
He’s still little and loves Legos. He’s also nearly a middle schooler, full of raging hormones. Either way, he still needs his mom to make things better.
You won’t even know how bad you’re really doing until 20 years down the road. It’s practically a rite of passage!
They’re just like us … if we were glamorous and bogged down with piles of money.
I’d say that if I could go back and learn it again to prepare, I would, but honestly I’d probably just fail it then too.