
Thanks, But I Didn’t Ask
Why is it that the second your first child leaves your womb, there’s a line of people out the door ready to bombard you with unsolicited advice?
Why is it that the second your first child leaves your womb, there’s a line of people out the door ready to bombard you with unsolicited advice?
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.
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.
Why is it that the second your first child leaves your womb, there’s a line of people out the door ready to bombard you with unsolicited advice?
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.
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.