… just because parenting is a sacrificial act of love and service, it doesn’t mean we need to sacrifice our sanity. All around the internet I see parents complaining about things like not have a moment’s peace, even in the bathroom, or having to make four different meals at supper time because of picky eaters.
It doesn’t have to be that way. We’re meant to be parents, not doormats.
I’m the one that sees when your darling throws sand in the eyes of a friend, and I’m the one that sees your child struggling to hold onto the outside of the climber, hanging on for dear life with tears in her eyes.
You might not have noticed those things because you were chatting with the other moms.
Obligatory mention of how long the GOT intro is? It’s super friggan long……..CHECK………do I have my beer?……..check………unnecessary reminder/recap of what happened last week? (I mean we all either watched or read my last recap let’s get real here Thrones)……..CHECKKKKK
Game time, let’s do this.
The glow from my iPad illuminates the Doritos residue on my fingertips as I sit crouched in a dark corner, and, like most graduating college students, desperately trying to figure out my post-college life. But rather than sitting at a grungy library table, studying for an exam, I’m sitting in an Air BnB in Lisbon, Portugal because a Buzzfeed quiz told me to live here.