No one told me that part of motherhood is consistently looking like the before on a makeover show.
Sometimes marriage is about love & compromise other times it’s about letting the garbage get so full & seeing who will cave first.
Me: Ugh how can people live like this?!
Him: This is our house.
Me: What the Hell happened?
Him: We had kids.
Me: Oh. Right.
I’m fairly certain that watching paint dry & waiting for a pot to boil take less time than anything a 3yo insists they will do without help.
7yo: Did you drink coffee before we were born?
7yo: Did you eat pancakes?
7yo: What didn’t you do?
Me: Talk while peeing.
What’s for dinner?
-A question asked by children who have no intention of eating the answer.
Marriage after kids is basically two zookeepers arguing about who has to clean up the monkey poop on a daily basis.
The doctor told me I need to rest so I dropped the kids off at his office & now he won’t stop calling me as if that’s going to help me rest.
I never knew how long it took a human to fall asleep until I had kids. In case you’re wondering it’s 2 hours, 3 cups of water, & 18 books.
The 3yo insisted on helping me put all the laundry away. It’s only taken us 6 hours & 10 minutes & apparently pants go in the fridge now.