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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
Basic housework is not a favor to the woman who lives there.
Depends. Did he clean it or did he move the mess into a different room?
I say thank you because I want the same courtesy. I just do not throw confetti.
Mine wants a parade for unloading the dishwasher but leaves the pans in the sink.
Praise, no. Acknowledgment, sure. I also enjoy acknowledgment when I do twelve invisible things.
The garage is apparently where unfinished chores go to die.