Adult
Motherhood: The Glamorous Life of Being Touched Constantly and Peeing with an Audience (Still.)
Let me be clear: I’ve been a mom for a hot minute now. My youngest is 8, my oldest is 23, and I’ve got four more sprinkled in between like a beautiful, chaotic trail of snack crumbs and half-finished school projects. At this point, I’m basically a motherhood Jedi — robe optional, coffee mandatory. You’d think after […]
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