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I would really like to know when my last nerve became community property. Because everybody in this house is using it. At the same time.
Some traditions are beautiful. Some traditions are just things nobody had the nerve to stop doing. There is a difference. Every family has one. A
“Mom, where’s my charger?” I don’t know. That answer seems to upset people. Like I’m being difficult on purpose. Like there is a large control
At some point motherhood got a production department. I don’t know when. Maybe Pinterest did it. Maybe Instagram. Maybe we did it to ourselves because
Forty three unread messages and somehow none of them were urgent.
Helpful gesture or one more weird house rule nobody agreed on?
Mom rants, petty arguments, family bullshit, polls and the stories worth sending to the group chat.
MOM.WTF
My husband found my hiding spot and put the empty box back. That felt hostile.
Everyone is welcome to buy their own secret snacks.
I hide the good chips because my son eats them like he is being timed.
I have purse chocolate and freezer chocolate. This family has forced me into organized crime.
Wrong? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely.
Putting the empty box back should be grounds for a hearing.