Everybody sing along: “Malatikalano Polatina, Malatikalano Polatina….” This is a guaranteed smile.
The bedtime routine for the harried parent, courtesy of Despicable Me. How is it that I identify both with Agnes (“pretty please?”) and with Gru (“Did you brush your teeth? Let me smell….You did NOT.”)? 1:40: “This is literature?!” 2:30: “Though while you sleep, we are apart, your mommy loves you with all her heart.” […]
At 1:09: If we want to hear you talk, I will shove my arm up your a$$ and work your mouth like a puppet. There are times I want to say that to someone. I am certain I never will, so posting it here is going to have to do.
The first fifteen seconds: “You don’t know what it’s like to me be ME out here for YOU. It’s an up-at-dawn, pride-swallowing siege that I will NEVER fully tell you about.” For several years, this rant captured how I felt as a mother. I did tell the offspring about it, but, I suppose, as Jerry […]