OK, we have to talk. You have become extremely high maintenance. I can’t take you to the bathroom every 20 minutes. I’ve got better things to do. Like take my preschooler to the bathroom every 20 minutes.
Your persistent need to be emptied is cramping my style. I’d like to be able to “hold it” like the good old days. Remember them? I’d like to not leak when I laugh or cough or smile too widely. I’d like to be able to go out and not stress about whether there will be a bathroom nearby. I get seriously anxious when I’m at the park and there’s no John in sight because I know you’re going to start whining, “I gotta go! I gotta goooooo! Empty me ooooout!” You’re worse than a toddler. READ MORE
Standing in line at Walmart on Sunday I couldn’t help but notice the types of loot parents are now putting in their kid’s Easter baskets. Handheld gaming consoles, video games, tablet computers, MP3 players, Furbies…expensive electronics and toys. I even saw one mom buying an electric scooter! How big is that child’s basket, woman?!?! READ MORE
When you’re a parent, you get lots of advice. And if you know me, you know that I hate unsolicited advice. I hated it when I was single and people told me how to find a husband. I hated it when I was pregnant and people told me how I should take care of myself. I hated it when my kids were small and people told me how to discipline them. Unless I walk up to you and say “Excuse me, random stranger – could you please tell me your thoughts on ____________ ” I really don’t want to hear your advice. READ MORE