Do yourselves one gosh darn favor right now. Zip your purse. Button anything that can be buttoned. This day will come. Don't make it worse.
By Annie Face it, mamas. Face it right now. The epic supermarket meltdown will happen to you. Maybe not today, maybe nor for years, but it will happen. No matter how many days in your perfect little life you leave the house in skinny jeans and a cute top with rosy cheeks and glossy hair and wicker wedges, this day you will be sweaty. You will dressed in dirty clothes with either a stain or a hole in them. You will probably have an angry pimple on your face. It will either be 97 degrees or 8 degrees, and your child will not be wearing weather-appropriate clothes. He may not even being wearing shoes (or pants) at all. You will have many bags, and your keys will be invisible to you, and your heart will audibly beat, and you will almost certainly be in a Walmart parking lot, even if it's only your second time ever going to one because of course you always go to Trader Fucking Joe's, but this day, this inevitable day, you are here. Because every decision has led you here because Walmart is the particular vortex that sucks all parents in to eventually endure their day of brutal reckoning. What kind of parent are you going to be?
Do yourselves one gosh darn favor right now. Zip your purse. Button anything that can be buttoned. This day will come. Don't make it worse.
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