You went through all of that trouble just to have a potential 30-minute break while your kid finds someone else to play with.
So naturally, I now have no choice but to walk into the ocean to embrace my fate as an old sea hag.
We need to create a school system which addresses 21st century issues and can help our kids get ready for the world after high school graduation.
This letter will turn into a novel if I list all my missed opportunities in my twenties and thirties to refine my skills in forecasting the future.
Great game to all the Joshes, and a very special congrats to the man of the hour, Little Ultimate Josh!
I won’t miss being so exhausted by the planning and preparing for an outing that I don’t even want to attend.
Whatever your toddler is drinking probably isn’t so very dangerous and poison control is tired of hearing from you anyway.
Start a GoFundMe based on your grown children sob story and raise enough dough to take a trip to Aspen.