Cracked nipples. Sleep deprivation. Public tantrums. Our only reward is our children? Kidding. Mostly.
Take it mamas, take it in: Underwear, a stuffed animal, kids’ mala beads, legos, one shoe, candy wrappers, sucked-down lolly pop sticks, a purse, empty food packages, actual food, a crayon and a California Republic flag – represent! I’d clean it, but, let’s be honest, my kids are disrespectful little beasts who are only pacified by my perpetual state of meltdown. My time is better spent heading to yoga 💁♀️
We love our kids. They drive us crazy. We write about it instead of going insane.