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.›‹
There are things I miss now that I’m a SAHM. Like shitty cafeteria food. And a cell-like cubicle. And endless paperclips. Where are all the paperclips?
Once I have politely requested my children’s attention a dozen times to no avail, I am no longer interested in soothing tones.
I am lying (or laying…man I still never know which is right)…anyway, I am out in my yard on my back under the sun looking up at the all the blue in the sky while on top of a Target Rainbow Blobz. What’s a Target Rainbow Blobz you ask? It’s […]
I’ve made quitting a regular thing throughout my life, which sounds bad. But during this pandemic, I’ve also learned that quitting can be a good thing.