1.) This is what happens when you let me loose to label the contents of our pantry. My husband did not get the reference, he just assumed that I was really fond of those dried cranberries.
2.) Our neighbors have done this to their mailbox. It has been this way for a month now. I would just like to note that our HOA tried to fine us for having a weed. Singular. But apparently cat litter mailboxes are acceptable. WHAT IS GOING ON?!
3.) Prior to having children, I was all “I will NEVER let my child wear clothing with characters on it.” This is what is called “eating your words.” Not only do I let her wear it, I BOUGHT IT FOR HER. I’ll give you two guesses as to who picked out that ensemble.
4.) This is how my child sleeps, with her head hanging halfway off of the mattress. She also has night terrors and screams in her sleep. Between that and the fact that her father sleeps with his eyes open, the middle of the night is not a fun time to be me. In fact, it’s quite horrifying to wake up to your two year old screaming like a banshee only to be greeted by the sight of your sleeping husband’s wide open eyes.
5.) I write kind of a lot of sponsored review posts because doing so is what allows me to be a stay at home mom and plus it’s just fun to try new products. I turn down more than I accept though, because sometimes people ask me to write about things I find…odd. Case in point: recently I’ve rejected not one, not two, but three offers to write about my personal experience with a new brand of tampons. TAMPONS, Y’ALL. Look, I love getting to review makeup or try out a free streaming video service. And I realize that I am an over-sharer. But I have to draw the line at writing about my feminine product needs, even if it would mean I could get that sweet bread maker I’ve been eyeing. UPON MY HONOR. (<-name that movie)
