ME: Diligently sanitizing countertops, faucets, door knobs, light switches, remote controls, phones, hands,
ALSO ME: Eating a piece of a Kit Kat I dropped on the floor because wasting chocolate? In these times?
“Daddy’s not home, so for dinner we’re having a smorgasbord!” I tell the kids, using the Swedish word for chicken nuggets and Benadryl.
My husband got me Alexa for Christmas, like I need another person in the house claiming they didn’t hear me.
[pulling out of the driveway on the way to a holiday party]
HUSBAND: Oh, we’re supposed to bring a dessert.
My personal style is best described as “didn’t expect to get out of the car.”
I like to send little notes in my kid’s lunchbox, like “Sorry the Wheat Thins are stale, that’s what happens when you leave the box open.”
Your loss, middle school cheerleading squad. Turns out I’m really good at yelling at people.
HER: Did you see the lunar eclipse?
ME: I would miss Jesus Christ himself returning in a cloud of flames if it happened before 7 a.m.
“Adults are lame. After they have kids, they never do anything exciting.”
-my son, blaming the victims
Not to brag, but my kids just unloaded the entire dishwasher without me asking, or without them noticing that the dishwasher had not been run.
BARTENDER: Can I see some i.d.?
ME: *slowly lifts shirt to reveal ThermaCare lower back heat wrap*
BARTENDER: Got it, thanks.
Married conversation is like regular conversation except you’re both brushing your teeth.
All these people casually jogging down the street, and then me, looking like I’m trying to pull an invisible dog sled.
Funny how this Target cashier says “Merry Christmas” like she’s not going to see me 50 more times between now & then.
“What state are we in now?”
-kids, 5 minutes into a 15-hour road trip