No, my son isn’t a good sleeper. In fact, he’s a terrible sleeper. And no, I don’t need your suggestions because trust me, we’ve tried them.
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.
As you hone in on the details of what is escaping their wordhole, you determine, “this is either a time share presentation or a college campus tour.”
If you see me at a kids’ event and I seem anti-social, it’s not what you think. I suffer from chronic pain, and just being there is incredibly hard.
Look, nothing about virtual learning is easy but at least we can enjoy a few good laughs like this one between all the bouts of crying.