I make every aspect of our family’s life work on a day-to-day basis, so of course I'm insulted by this.
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My husband tried to be reassuring, but he never managed to say what I needed to hear. Meanwhile, my friends…
He won't even accept an olive branch to make Christmas special for the kids.
And no -- I’m not taking a stand against the jacked-up price of the cookies, or the Samoas name change.
I’m here to work the grow-up part of my brain for a few hours, so help me out here.
I'm sick of people telling me that my kids must feel deprived because Christmas isn't our thing.
Yes, I'm admitting it: I really hope that baby #3 is a girl.
It's gotten to the point where I think we should sleep in separate rooms.
Not to be a total buzzkill, dear husband, but here's how it is right now.
Even though I love my kids wholeheartedly, I'm calling it: Kids that refuse their naps are dicks. Plain and simple.