One time, I was at a Q&A with Nora Roberts, and someone asked her how to balance writing and kids, and she said that the key to juggling is to know that some of the balls you have in the air are made of plastic & some are made of glass.
I still struggle to understand what world the GOP hopes to lead? A disease-ravaged wasteland of gun-toting racists defending their landlord’s property from the roof as floodwaters rise under a moon-projected space ad for Capital One? OK! Almost there!
Competitive Dadding: Vacation Edition, in which my husband saw a car driving to the beach with a kayak on top and said “Pshhh, that’s a one-person kayak. We have a 3-person kayak on the roof AND a cargo carrier, that guy’s lame.”
so did anyone else know that there was a massive pool noodle battle planned between all the people named Josh today that was ultimately won by a 5-year old named Josh who was crowned The Supreme Josh or was I just supposed to find this out on my own
Husband: Remember, during the disaster at Knoebels--
Me: That's an amusement park, you mean Chernobyl.
Husband: Right. What's the triangle chocolate?
Me: ...Toblerone.
Daughter: What were you doing in 1994, mom?
Me: Ooo that was the first year I was allowed to dye my hair. That was cool!
...I mean, my parents also got divorced and my grandpop died, so there's that.
Daughter: But it was a great year for your hair!