Sometimes I wonder if we’ve missed out on a key aspect of motherhood.
You know, the part where we’re supposed to do it together?
For far too long, the words “mommy” and “wars” have perched contentedly side by side. 670 more words
If you’re sick to death of the sound of your own voice, you find yourself hiding in the bathroom to get away from your kids, want to throat punch your husband at the mere suggestion that he’s had a rough day at work, have a few mental breakdowns each day and are pretty sure you should be medicated, you’ve found your people. 567 more words