Due to an entirely foreseeable series of events, I may have to surrender my long held belief that one can be « done » with laundry.
The internet has long tried to sell me « resort looks » and « the holiday edit » and I’ve always been like, what in the late stage capitalism made up bullshit is this, but people at the resort were actually dressed Like That, what in the gilded age nonsense are we dressing for dinner now?
The driver who took us from resort to airport said he’d never seen anyone throw up so much as our children did (a total of seven spews between them). Mama’s little over achievers! I’m so proud.
I thought I'd send you this card to 'piss you off' a bit.
starting to think the male loneliness crisis could be alleviated by men getting a fucking library card
Tout est parfait: le temps, les gens, les paysages, le golf, les plages... tout sauf le "fudge."
Somehow got into an argument with the municipal swimming pool. I DID pay the invoice for the child’s swimming lessons, but our shared bank account is solely in Jesse’s name (which I don’t share, even though we have been married almost a decade) and the kid’s name is (horrors!) hyphenated.
I was really grand being a lady for a week in Posh Hotel & Bathroom off your bedroom.
I have betrayed my proletarian roots and am holidaying at a fancy resort and I love it.
hey babe wake up new monkey just dropped
Prof. Chris Gilbert and his colleagues have identified a new monkey species in the Democratic Republic of Congo, which is only the fifth new African monkey species discovered in nearly a century www.gc.cuny.edu/news/new-afr...
I’ve only seen one episode of the new Little House on the Prairie and really liked it. I wanted to watch more today but instead made jam, minded the children with no one except their papa to help, and sewed clothes out of bedsheets. I’m exactly the target audience and that’s the whole damn problem.
Don’t know who to credit for this. But it is how I feel.
In case you’re wondering exactly how filthy our house is, our four year old just asked what the vacuum cleaner was.
If you’re wondering how seriously the Swiss take health and safety, the answer is « not at all. » Spotted this toddler sized backpack at Aldi this afternoon. It contains 300 fireworks. But fear not, the label says it’s for ages 12+.
I still don’t really know how to address people formally in French, so the kid’s principal is getting a thank you card addressed to Dear Mrs Directrice.
I’ve been trying to Redefine My Style as a mid-life, post-kids project, but after six months of dedicated Pinteresting, I have discovered my “style” has calcified somewhere in the 2010s with a sort of cutesy-pop Zooey-Deschanel situation. Should I just roll with it at this point?
iced coffee is so good i love having a stomach ache and a heart rate of 500
We told the four year old that the TV couldn’t go on until a certain time, and he consequently taught himself how to tell time out of pure spite. I guess this monster truck show is educational, in a way.
most organ donors are women most organ recipients are men I'm an organ donor and I would really like to be a cunt about this but I'm not enough of a cunt. yet but if you are a man and refuse to be an organ donor without a good medical reason the only thing you should be getting is a donor kebab
Thinking about a friend of a friend who asked WHY I was no longer breastfeeding when the WHO recommended breastfeeding for two years or more, and then asked our other friend for a ride home - no it didn’t matter that they didn’t have a car seat, sometimes they just didn’t bother with a car seat.
As a woman of a certain age, I am intensely interested in articles about laundry, and I am pleased to report this is the most insane shit I’ve ever read.
Tips for dealing with toddlers in a heatwave: - Repeat « at least I’m not pregnant right now, » at least ten times a day.
little PSA about my webworm project! feeling proud of what it's doin recently, but it's an odd time and wanted to get some thoughts down!