Imagine the sound a centipede would make if they wore tiny flip flops…
I’ve got nothing against kids, I just don’t understand why you’d want indoor kids.
Me, to myself: I am a strong and independent woman. I’m perfectly capable of doing things by myself.
Me, to my toddler: I’m calling Santa.
[on phone with son] remember grimace probably weighs over 400lbs
[son at mcdonalds waiting for his interview] they probably won’t ask that
I am not saying I am way behind on laundry but the fact that my husband is wearing swim trunks around the house today sure does
Menopausal symptoms can be fatal. They almost killed my husband.
Kids be like I can’t eat any more bites at dinner and then shockingly have room for 7 cookies.
Saving up ketchup packets in the fridge so I can one day open my own restaurant
Headache Protip:
Bang your toe into something.
Every morning after I get up, the first thing I do is make my bed.
Tomorrow I’m returning this piece of shit to IKEA.
#HatDadJoke
o/ = Cheering
/o = The Scream
/o/ = Superman
_o_ = Jesus
lol = I surrender, and I’m laughing out loud about it.
That split second of panic when you realize you said yes to your toddler but you were distracted and you don’t actually know what you said yes to
hell hath no fury like a toddler whose sibling is looking out the car window that isn’t theirs to look out of.
The night is dark and full of terrors.
My day is long and full of meetings.
Same thing.
Our youngest is making herself a smoothie so long story short does anyone know how to clean blueberries off your ceiling?