Making a playlist and skipping through the first ten songs is the musical equivalent of “where do you wanna eat?” “I don’t care.” “Here?” “No.” “Here?” “No.” “Here?!” “Ugh, no!”
I hear screaming cicadas, my daughters sound machine, my husband snoring three rooms away(!!!), and the ticking clock and I am so exhausted I really just want to scream like the cicadas.
Breastfeeding advice like “when your baby bites, they may think a big reaction is fun. Stay calm while you unlatch and firmly tell them no.” The person giving this advice has never had a baby with teeth try to bite their nipple off.