According to my co-workers, I have the paitience of a saint which my family thought was hilarious until I told them to shut up
I’m a mom. My hobbies include buying snacks and mediating fights about snacks.
My kid is gonna make an awesome lawyer, she can already prove me wrong by recalling every single one of my inconsistent parenting precedents
Me when dead:
Yay! No more worrying about appearance or keeping fit or any of that crap!Me a second later:
Wait – WHY THE HELL AM I STILL THINKING?
Website: You can’t use your last 5 passwords
Me: Stop flexing that you have a better memory than I have.
Me: Our house is always so messy! What can we do?
Husband: I’m inclined to ask the kids to leave
11yo ceremoniously hands me a handmade birthday card she spent hours on.
13yo just as pleased with himself hands me the card he gave me already on mother’s day