While watching a movie with a boyfriend’s family I fell asleep. In the silence of the film I passed gas so loudly it woke me up- everyone heard it.
That young man claimed the fart as his own- that’s when I knew he loved me.
I married him. Today we celebrate 13 years together.
We just waited an hour to see our pediatrician. As soon as he walked in my toddler took his hand and pointed to his watch and said “This is a clock.” Which was the most passive aggressive thing I have ever witnessed.
Husband: If anyone else whines they have to go right to bed!
Me: Ugh my pants are too tight. My feet are cold. Everyone is being too loud.
Kids: Ha! Mom has to go to bed!
Me: Goodnight, suckers.
How could a pregnant woman talking on her phone while herding 3 additional children through a store notice I dropped my debit card and grab it for me?
Because Mothers are unnatural super human freaks who push the limits of excellence in the everyday routine of life.
As a little girl I dreamt of being Belle so I could have that beautiful yellow gown- As a grown woman I want to be Belle so I can be locked away in an enchanted castle where the dishes clean themselves.
I just witnessed a woman pull out her ringing phone from her purse. She loudly sang along with the ringtone to the very end- Then this woman slipped her phone right back into her bag. She never answered it.
This is the energy I’ll take into the rest of the year.
Husband “There’s a man checking you out at the gym.”
Me “Really? Is he cute? Where is he?!”
Husband “...I meant me. I am checking you out...”
Me “Oh... ok.. don’t forget it’s trash day”