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Gift bags with helium balloons from birthday parties are the preferred weapon of choice.
My generation can say fuck all about slang. We had Pauly Shore and Valley Girls.
Okay, I got the Heathers quote wrong. It’s gently, not sideways. I haven’t seen the musical? Just the Christian Slater one. It made an impact.
Because girls are so gentle and quiet?…. have… have you met the…. everything? Kids. Kids are exhausting. All the moms are tired. Dads too. Parents are exhausted. Children are exhausting. The fact this bitch has on jewelry and wants to talk shit about kids. Bitch, my earlobes would be gone if I had earrings on right now.
The only road trips we do is the hour to the coast. That was the only time she has been into a gas station and she still asks about the Snack Store.
It was the little tin of candy from Grave of Fireflies.
Now it’s tradition to get hot coco when we go to the doctors office. And those chocolate muffins are pretty much a huge slice of cake. Hospital Cafe’s are the best.
Because society has clearly told mothers that it’s THEIR job to get everyone ready and out the door (or fed or packed) and their own needs come as an afterthought. Obby is still trying to figure out why I’m trailing after everyone because my own shoes aren’t on and my own bag isn’t with me. I do this with dinner too. Everyone is halfway through dinner and I’m still getting my own drink and cutlery. Because I spend all my time getting everyone else’s shoes and drinks and food. I just need to communicate clearly to the other grownups around me what needs to get done and stop thinking I’m the only one who can do everything. Just because society says I can do everything on my own, doesn’t mean I have to.
And in the morning, maple syrup with a side of oatmeal.
I just realized I’m wearing the Nanny socks and shoes from Muppet Babies.
