Why do all mommy groups have to be etremely "mommy-is"? It's like, "let's all drink organic coffee picked by ugandans in the mid-day sun at their peak in our coffee mugs made by blind potters while we wear our organic cotton clothing that was weaved by native americans, with our perfectly done hair and make-up while we sit in our HUGE gas guggling SUV made by a foreign company and talk about what an overacheiver our child is and how rich our husbands are"
Why can't I find a retro-grade band of mommies that want to drink Route 44 diet cokes and wear sweat pants and sit in my living room while our normally growing babies play and we talk about how much we would love to take a shower and eat a complete meal while it's hot?
Why-oh-why do highschoolers think they look SO COOL when their buts are hanging out of their pants? Andrew and Rowan were BOTH laughing at the yahoo we saw the other day, and he was struttin' his stuff like he thought they were admiring him!
Why do Rowan's molars only hurt her at 2:00 in the morning?
Why does she feel she has to scream bloody murder at the top of her lungs at 2:00 in the morning when her teeth hurt her?
Why can't she just whimper a little to let me know?
Why does our dog always bark at Andrew when he comes to the door from outside?
Why does our pug's tail straighten when she sleeps? That's weird.
Why does Stephen Tyler randomly start singing during the American Idol auditions?
Why do I still want to have one night alone with him? I'll make him sing, allright! ;)
Why does Rowan always try to drink the dog's water? Gross.
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