Potty training. Two words most parents fear. I didn’t think I’d be so scared. But after finding poop and pee all over, the fear is real. I hear stories of two year olds training themselves. No problems. No mess. They just wake up one day and decided to not piss themselves. Lies. Fairytales. As I sit here trying to bribe my son with m&m’s I … Continue reading The toy box is not a toilet
First off, let me start by saying that I’m not an English major. I’ll mess up grammar and punctuation. I’m sorry. I also have a sick baby attached to my boob and she periodically smacks my phone screen. I’m a mother of two. I stay home all day and lose my sanity while my husband works. My best friends shit themselves and live on breast … Continue reading Fuck you in your #s!