The newborn phase is tough. Sleepless nights; waking every three or so hours; operating in a haze of confusion and anger; hating my husband for not being able to bear and birth children (I mean come on…my body goes to shit and he complains about putting on a couple of “sympathy” pounds). Not to mention […]
When becoming a parent, you should’ve known that your role was synonymous with poop. If you didn’t, let this be your shitty wake-up call! If you’ve read one of my previous posts in this category, you already know… I have some shitty kids. I don’t mean their temperament. I mean it literally. Shit. While my
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Ahh, the holiday season. Where you get beautiful photos with family and friends showing you how wonderful their children are shaping up to be. Spectacularly crafted cards that line your fridge, doorway, or maybe even a fancy card holder thingy ma bobber. I was always so envious of the beautiful photos in the orchards or
