My kid threw me under the bus today. Me. His mother. The woman who carried him for 42 weeks.  Yes! You read that correctly. 42 weeks!  The woman he’s projectile vomited on, peed on and wiped booogers on.  The woman who’s given up hot meals and showers for him. The woman who cheers him on at every soccer game and gets the grass stains out of his uniform. The woman who loves him with every fiber of her being.

The woman who is straight up about to wring his neck.

I took the kids in for their six month dental cleaning today.  I knew we were at the 6 month mark because my son’s teeth have reached that shade of yellow usually reserved for European butter. The kids are told to brush twice a day and I’ve sent him back multiple times for redos, but he&rsqu...

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