While Thanksgiving used to be a time to confront relatives you may not like, this year you’re probably getting the chance to lay low a little.
Write so large that only one word fits on your entire worksheet, making your parent clench their fist tightly.
My heart overflows with love for those who have not yet ascended, however, it soars even higher when I think of how wonderful we are.
Typically, Mid-October means moms around the country are gearing up for a season of Pinterest-inspired holiday parties at school. But it’s 2020, and fun has been cancelled.
I am not going to sit down and list my reasons for choosing the names I did. Gregory and I stand behind our choices.
I think of all the things my master ankle-biter will be able to sink his teeth into:
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.›‹
Once I have politely requested my children’s attention a dozen times to no avail, I am no longer interested in soothing tones.