You know I believe everything happens for a reason. I also believe in everything there is a lesson.
I know we've had this conversation before but really. I continuously wonder, "Do you SERIOUSLY not remember your pre-baby past?? I mean you reeeeeeeally don't remember when you just did.not.CARE about children not related to you?" Because seriously, I'ma need you to not tell me how your kids had so many Christmas gifts it took 3 days to open when there are children whose only presents all year round come at Christmas and some days their only meals are the free ones at school. Also stop telling me about your kid's loose tooth that you and your husband refuse to pull. It's been dangling for 6 weeks now. I know this because 2 weeks ago you told me it had been hanging for a month and was now discolored but y'all were going to pull it that night. And you giggled when you said, "My son is such a wimp." THAT is not cute. I don't care if he's 6. I'm not saying he can't cry but turning him into that kid? Even less cute.
And don't get me started (don't eeeeeeven get me started) on how everything I say turns into a story about your kids. Please please please please please...
It makes me wonder... are people KIL.LING.ME. with their kid stories because without them I would've been that obnoxious parent boring the living DAYLIGHTS out of every passing person. Well Jesus, I hear you and I'm begging you!! RELIEF!!!
Since I made an SNL reference, may as well show you one of my favorite skits from last week.
And with that... I bid adieu.