How we got here, to this financial state—as people with college degrees and a nice house—doesn’t really matter. But we are broke. Stone cold broke.
So if you’re a member of the “No-Leggings” brigade, then you better keep your mouth shut when you’re around a pack of moms.
Let’s bundle up the kids and gently twist these orbs off the tree, doing it ourselves as our ancestors intended.
Obviously, letting screens raise children is bad, but considering most of us moms are expected to do all the things, getting a little peace isn’t the worst thing in the world.
Not all marriage advice is created equal, but some of it is funny as hell.
Spooky season is here and I, for one, am ready to gorge myself at her mysteriously apple-spiced teat.
Sure, children are a blessing, but let’s not forget about the real miracle here! All hail coffee.
Although we love our children dearly, that love comes with a steep price. It’s too bad it doesn’t also come with an industrial vat of lemon ginger water.