He literally has the emotional development of a child. It’s so obvious in his speech and his tweets. “No puppet! No puppet! You’re the puppet!” Jesus Christ, how could so many people be so stupid as to elect this idiot?!

“In addition to reports of “knife fight”-like internal discord...”

Which leads us to Plan L.

I am so fucking tickled at the ineptness of it all. It’s full-on mayhem right now, and I AM HERE FOR IT. All of it.

What a great orator. What an example of leadership everywhere.

“If it helps...Stop it.”

Don’t you remember the age old adage “he’s gone reasonable with power”, or maybe the related one, “absolute power always makes people more grounded, absolutely”?

I (American here) was stupidly spoiled that she was the winner when her series started airing on PBS.

yep totally agreed. sleep training is not a choice, it is a feature of your kid. I did all the sleep training things and nap-time facilitation things and my kids would not fall asleep in two minutes or take regular long naps. It helped that the very-experienced babysitter of my younger child confirmed that my kids are…

We went through something akin to this with our youngest. He was our third, and we thought we had this parenting thing down. But even as a newborn, he was different. He would not go to sleep on his own. Ever. He had to be held and rocked, and often just putting him down was enough to wake him up.

As with EVERY SINGLE LITTLE THING that is a part of parenting, sleeping and sleep training is different for every family and every child. I’m a big believer in do what works for you and your kid and fuck any and everyone else. Little Nobody co-slept with us until 3 years ago (she’s 10)—it just worked for us as a…

Parenting is a continuous exercise in picking your battles.

Brilliant explanation Kara. Perfect summation. Your evolved brain is desperately trying to convince itself that everything is going to be OK, but the lizard brain, flooded with chemicals is saying, this is a fucking heart attack right here. Xanax saved my damn life I tell you.

please sir, i’d like no more.

Theres a photo of me about..3 hours or so after giving birth: My husband is lovingly holding our son. I’m in the background, looking on from the hospital bed with a box of Cheez-Its in my hand and a mouth full of Oreos.

I mean, I know we’re all laughing at these people but sooner or later there’s going to be a cooties epidemic and we’re all going to feel very foolish.

America in a nutshell (via verysmartbrothers.com): “

I definitely am not white. Nothing about being white describes who I am. So, you know, what’s the word for it? The closest thing that I can come to is if you’re black or white, I’m black. I’m more black than white. On a level of values, lived experience currently. In this moment, that’s the answer. That’s the accurate…

Good point. I BEGGED my best friend/MOH/HBIC not to throw me a bridal shower. She asked what my specific reservations were (mostly I think it’s a tacky gift grab and I don’t like to inconvenience people) and listened sympathetically. She then told me that while she respected my reasoning, she was planning one anyway…

There is an unspoken agreement (at least in the decent group of people I associate with) that I will bring you a goddamn gift for your wedding/baby/whatever as long as you get me drunk. So unless this thing came with two bottles of wine, fuck these people.

“I will never love my children as much as I hate faggots.”