The other night, as we sat giggling in my daughter’s bed discussing how much fun her birthday party was, I realized this is such a big moment.
Dear Lazy Mother in the Grocery Store, Lunchables? Really? I heard your kid whining for popsicles. I saw you reach into the freezer and ask which type.
We’re constantly told what we’re doing wrong in raising our children, and I for one am really sick of it. I’m doing my absolute best.
For my 41st birthday, I ran away from home. I checked into a hotel, drank mimosas next to the pool, took a 30-minute shower, ate breakfast in my bed, and never once turned on the TV. It was blissful.
We created the “Lazy Mom’s Guide to Surviving Kid’s Birthday Parties” because we’ve found the lazy way out allows enjoy the experience more.