In which, after texting my partner a
very exciting message about our three-year-old's most recent potty training success, I shove my phone in my pocket, crushing a forgotten goldfish cracker I stashed there earlier after pretending to eat it out of a grubby kid paw. It don't get much more glamorous than the #momlife, I tells ya.
Every bit of this I can relate to. Every. Single. Bit.
ReplyDeleteWell, except...no, even the texting the partner part (or ex-partner, in my case).
We didn't choose the #momlife, the #momlife chose...oh, wait. No, we definitely chose it. Heh.