As the mother of two sons and a daughter, I don't find it funny or helpful, and I find a lot of things funny.
#3. I will no longer insist that my kids wear matching socks.
It seems this obsessively over-planning, highly organized Virgo has learned to bend a bit. If there was ever a place for that to happen, at home with the toddler is the best one I can think of.
Childbirth, combined with surviving colic and teething, seems to have armored me with a*shole-retardant shielding.
The Facebook humblebrags of this fortunate few aren’t fair to the stay-at-home moms who are really in the trenches.