I’m all for taking care of your kids and crap.
My two are usually not hungry, not thirsty, not cold.
For the most part, they’re listed as stable.
They’re doing much better than my mother predicted they would when we announced that we were starting a family (and by starting a family I mean, “Hey mom, hey dad, guess what? Ooops!”) She was convinced (and, based on current daily phone calls that begin with a panicked “Did you feed the kids?” still is) that I was going to misplace, malnourish, and mangle my offspring (though I will admit, albeit grudgingly, that I may have misplaced them a time or two. What? Not hard to do when Target pulls a stunt like putting randomstuffthat’smadeinChinathatIdon’tevenremotelyneed on clearance.)
Stop judging me. No one likes a parenting snob.
So, like the sucker I am, I do this mothering bit for free because I love my kids and because no one has offered to pay me yet. If they did, I would say Hell Yes, hand over my social security number and take a long, overdue lunch break.
But where does it end?
I’ll tell you.
It ends right here:
3 Replies to “I Demand A Raise. Or Something.”
I swear, as soon as Presleys poops take on a more solid human grown-up form (in both smell and texture), I am turning in my dirty diaper ticket. Not looking forward to that….
Poor little guy! Hope he gets better!
oh, my. I haven't had the pleasure of doing this with my boys. I'd tell you to just take a deep breath and get it overwith but that would be…um…yeah.
LOL, BTDT and I also called it "poop watch :insert year:" So fun, eh?