I am in my own private10 mini-donut a bag hell
In eating the 10 mini-donuts from the vile baking counter temptresses at Waitrose, I have LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON....
Always blame the baby.
For instance.
Tired? Baby's fault.
Hungry? Baby's fault.
Zero libido? Baby's fault.
Weight gain? Baby's fault.
Clouded ambition? Lack of direction? Baby's fault and...baby's fault.
I'm thinking of making this into a public service announcement and setting it to the music of The More You Know.
I shall call it, "When life hands you lemons, it's your baby's fault."
Yup. I have that Mother-of-the-Year award pretty much in the bag.
Always blame the baby.
For instance.
Tired? Baby's fault.
Hungry? Baby's fault.
Zero libido? Baby's fault.
Weight gain? Baby's fault.
Clouded ambition? Lack of direction? Baby's fault and...baby's fault.
I'm thinking of making this into a public service announcement and setting it to the music of The More You Know.
I shall call it, "When life hands you lemons, it's your baby's fault."
Yup. I have that Mother-of-the-Year award pretty much in the bag.
Labels: Mother of the Year, pregnancy
posted by J. at
6:11 AM
2 Comments:
You can't even imagine what I did when I had a small baby. I just tortured my husband asking him to look after the baby because I had a headache or to take a walk with him as I had no clothes to wear. And he did it because I always complained that he couldn't even realize how I felt when I was pregnant.
very funny post... love it
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