Dear mom who is totally screwing up
Dear mom who is totally screwing up,
Today my five year old daughter screamed the whole way home because I would not buy her a pottery wheel.
Dear mom who is totally screwing up,
Today my five year old daughter screamed the whole way home because I would not buy her a pottery wheel.
I have been a full-time work-out-of-the-home mother for almost six years, so you would think I have it all under control by now.
“They’re only young once.”
The words are superimposed on an idyllic picture of a child in nature or a beach with footprints leading to the horizon. There’s always a hazy filter. The bottom caption implores you to leave a counter full of dirty dishes, to eschew housework, to be present for your children for they will grow up before your very eyes. We are reminded that no one has ever said they wish they had spent more time doing housework, and less time with the kids.
I used to be a veterinary assistant.
I snuggled puppies, put kitten on my shoulders, and got lots of licks and kisses from sweet dogs.
The place was packed. At least two people took their beers onto the floor itself, where they promptly fell, splashing beer all over the place.
“God, you got a negative sense of direction, hon.” Ed to Evelyn, Fried Green Tomatoes
My mom’s version was always, “Rhiannon could get lost in a wet paper bag.”
I wrote this a year and a half ago during some major construction going on outside of my office.
My apologies to Poe.