Being a stay-at-home mom was all fun and games when there was also a stay-at-home dad in the house. Now, the only game I’m playing is a solo round of Russian Roulette. You know, you think you’re fully recovered from surgery, until you’re forced to spend your day chasing after a 20 lb speed demon in order to keep her from killing herself. Which seems like a lot of effort for a child that I’m not even sure is mine. At least she was able to answer the age-old question of what Patrick Sullivan would look like if he were two feet tall and had a vagina.
In any event, the perils of stay-at-home-momdom was just one of many realizations I’ve come to over the course of the last month, so I figured I’d share these revelations with you, so that you can all share in my newfound wisdom.