I imagine that when I’m pregnant one day, I will spend 1 month preparing for birth and 8 months preparing the drink I will finally get to have afterwards.
The baby thing will be learn-as-you-go, but it seems important to get that drink right.

I imagine that when I’m pregnant one day, I will spend 1 month preparing for birth and 8 months preparing the drink I will finally get to have afterwards.
The baby thing will be learn-as-you-go, but it seems important to get that drink right.

One day, my sister and brother-in-law are going to mistake my real ignorance for this sarcastic ignorance, and they’re going to give the ok and I’m going to go right on ahead and get their kid stoned.

(Continuation of My Mother, Trying to Group Text )
Just in time for Mother’s Day…


Entirely unnecessary, but ok…

When I have kids one day, I am never going to yell at them, punish them, set rules/curfews, or prevent them from doing the things they want to do because I’m going to be the cool parent who understands that children are people too, and they should be allowed to do as they please and make their own decisions.
Said my 12 year old self.
What a fucking idiot.

Yeah. Sounds great.
😳