Where I keep asking myself “Why the fuck do I bother?”
Really, really.
Where I keep asking myself “Why the fuck do I bother?”
Really, really.
So the other day we’re in the car.
Daughter: “Where are the groceries?”
Me: “They’re in the trunk.”
Daughter: “What is trunk?”
Me: “mm.. in the way back.”
My kids have no memory of a car with a trunk. We’ve had a hatchback or a minivan their entire lives.
And I’m feeling old.
So sorry, y’all, having a bit of a time right now. But here’s something to distract all of us momentarily. Shamelessly lifted from Busy Mom’s blog… (she said it was OK)