Having defeated the floor lamp, 4 plants & one “unbreakable” cat toy, my idiot cat has now waged war against my laundry.
The Battle of the Bra is in full swing.
For the record, I love my children unconditionally and no amount of diarrhea will ever change that.
Probably.
A horror movie, but it’s just me: struggling into my shape wear and then remembering I should’ve peed first.
11yo: Mom, can you look at the sky? It looks flat.
Me: That’s because it’s not real. You’re in the Matrix & they’ve got a second rate programmer on tonight.
11: Never mind.