Im not sure if you knew, but Im pretty much the best, most perfectest mummy ever in its own history of ever. I dont got to tell you thats sarcasm, right internet? Maybe? Eh. Is this satire now? I feel like I used to know what that was but I guess I lost it somewhere along the way during my Wild Escapades in Blogging. Parties seem to have created this new, vague explanation. Anyway, back to my perfection.
Firstly, that sounds like an awesome figure for some sort of knockoff Barbie doll; you know the manner made of the same plastic they use for those KoolAid bottle-things that your cheap Aunt used to buy for you years after youd stopped playing with dolls? Terminated with police dres, perfectly bent fuzz and a babe under each arm.
Secondly, I appreciate it when people inhibit its own language “for childrens”. Thats real nice and respectful, otherwise knows as common courtesy. And yeah, it kind of sucks when some asshole( heh heheh, irony is recreation) is affliction up a blizzard three paws from my perfect and innocent offspring, but hey, therefore welcomed actuality. A supernatural home full of things that is actually suck; like people, for example. As we step out into this territory of people I cant restraint with a drooping mummy glare, I watch my daughters mounting confusion and repugnance. Those are bad words, she knows those are bad words because from is necessary to meter her mom says similar words and tells her those are bad words. I steel myself for life lesson time, frequently by ordering more coffee.
Dearest child I inaugurate affliction is also possible fun. It can be sharpened into a fine, entertaining artwork. But, like many fun circumstances in life, it is usually have to be of an appropriate age to experienced them. Now is not that age , nor will it ever be whilst you dwell under my ceiling and I am legally responsible for your violations. If you happen to express such expression in my supreme direction, I will personally ensure that I embarrass you in front of every boy( girl ?) you like in its own history of ever.
And lastly, its a moms profession to protect their children, pretty much, but there exists this fine, judgy wire between defence and total realistic disconnection. Remember Im totally perfect, here, so yeah
Kudos, thumbs up and a big savor on the ass for you, lady, I necessitate severely, that stuff is expensive. But could you maybe stop jostle it down my throat like that horrid kale smoothie youre forcing your sobbing brat to choke down while I mitt my daughter some frozen yogurt? She aced another spelling test, get down my action, bro. Likewise, its a Saturday morning and my will is weak.
I clear my minor Kraft Mac N Cheese with frozen chicken nuggets( I do heat them, by the space) sometimes, and I refuse to feel bad about it. I necessitate, its childhood we are talking about here, I exclusively have so much is necessary to nutritionally ruin her for life like my mothers did. Its the American way.
I am all about the open mindedness and information sharing. No actually, despite my hatred of kale, smoothie sort or otherwise, I totally am. But I just really have a hard time speculating there could be another mummy as perfect as me out there. Okay, in all seriousness, all the minor one-upping that goes on here kiiiinda attains me wishes to suffocate you with your really cute napkin bag. Your minor is awesome Im sure, but every time you have to explain how they are more awesome than every other belligerent two time age-old, you steadily ruin the lucks anybody else is actually going to like your minor. Or you.
Your kid is not 20 months age-old; your kid is over a year age-old, maybe even a year and a half age-old, but for the cherish of dessert, beautiful babe Jesus, after a year, months should no longer be used to reference persons under the age of young children. Thats like forcing complete strangers to do math the very first time you meet them, and thats fields for absurd hatred. And I necessitate wholly authorized, pure, unadulterated, but still absurd, hatred.
I love hand sanitizer as much as the next function mother with no more sick leave, but I need you to stop forcing it on me every 5 seconds. Do you are trying to booze it? Would that clear you happy ?! Dude, we used to hold one another hair in post-apocalyptic rail lavatory ailments, can we just calm down a teensy, teensy bit? Mini you just jostle three pennies and a nickel into her lip while you were demise staring me for licking Cheetos off my paws, youve went big problems.
I dislike you.
No actually, I just hate you. Im 100% sure you exchanged your soul to Satan, or perhaps Martha Stewart. Nope, dont even speak to me, I find more disgusting and unworthy the closer you get. Im not even sure these Yoga throbs are clean, I may have worn them to the gym yesterday, who even knows anymore?
From is necessary to meter I enjoy playing this activity with strangers at the gym where I say Im trying to lose babe heavines. This is not exactly a lie. I simply see no reason to inform them my belief babe is virtually nine years old( how many months is that ?). Not relevant in the least.
Also meet# 6 for further details.
Shhhhh, this is a safe home my parenting sister. No one here( okay, well, eliminating the entire internet because thats just what the internet does) is going to judge you for forcing your children down for an early siestum because you wanted to catch up on the last season of Game of Thrones prior to season four premiering. Or, you know, to prevent yourself from being tomorrows CNN headline, whichever. All your reveries, pastimes and general gumption of ego doesnt have to leave your mas at the same meter your babe is removed from your vagina, I mean they probably will, but you should at least fight the good combat. Is that what feminism is about? Thats becoming about as vague as satire.
And this only positive reinforcement happening youve went going on cooks your children for reality how, precisely? My favorite thing to say to my daughter is no. I even say it before she finishes asking for something. Frequently because she asks me for everything shes ever missed in her entire life within the first ten minutes after I pick her up from institution, but likewise because life is filed with a whole lot of no. Id rather she learned that early on, from me, than extend skipping into the world expecting rainbows and unicorns exclusively to belatedly discover soul suppressing displeasure that is in no way positive, or glittery. Soul crushing.
Oh, well hello there internet, thought meeting you here.