My husband and I have been happily married for 7 years. Today I discovered that he pours in milk before the cereal. I'm gonna need a minute to recover from this.
My husband gave me the “night off” and had a sleepover with the kids so of course being the fun, reasonable adult that I am, I spent it by scrolling through 6359 photos of my kids.
They say you can’t have a favorite child but my daughter just declared Mother’s Day weekend starts today and asked me to relax while Daddy does their night routine so…
Me: *throwing up in a trashcan after an intense roller coaster ride*
BFF: *holding back hair* are you ok? Do you need tissue paper? Wipes? Water? Mint? anything?
Husband: *smirking* does this remind you of the good ol’ college days?
When my husband does something wrong, he hears about it from me for the next 3-5 hours. When my husband does something right, I hear about it from him for the next 3-5 years.
My kids will literally choose @Publix over anything for the free cookies. Today we went for the cookies, and came out with $40 worth of groceries. Much like every other day. Well played, Publix. Well played.
Sundays in my 20s: encouraging that one friend who was dumped last night to move on while We Found Love plays in the background.
Sundays in my 30s: encouraging the toddler to take a dump in the toilet while Mystery Doug discusses why we yawn in the background.
I like to volunteer at my kids’ school for the Easter Egg hunt… it’s not why you think though… it’s to check the eggs for the good stuff before hiding them so I can tell my child exactly which ones to go after.
My daughter asked me how much I get paid because she heard me say that being a mom is a full-time job and when I half-heartedly said I get paid in gratitude and love she said "well that doesn't sound fair". She's absolutely right.