The car line is that special place where dreams of being a calm and gentle parent/driver go to idle, then die.
You are beautiful, wonderful, and your body did incredible things. Give yourself some props for that!
Sure, it might be fun, but you’ll also probably leave with a whole lot of sand, a crying child, and a belly full of overpriced fries and regret.
It’s all fun and games until you open your door to the outside world and it feels like you’re getting slapped in the face with Satan’s ballsack.
Most of us with kids are driving around in nasty rolling containers full of God-knows-what. It’s one of the ties that binds us parents together. Solidarity!
Self-care is a bit of a struggle because the people who need it the most have time for it the least. That’s right, I’m looking at YOU, parents!
Parties are supposed to be fun; however, a children’s party is a special kind of vortex where fun goes to die.
Anxiety is a pain in the ass for sure, but it also happens to be such a relatable experience that it can make for some great jokes.