Sometimes seeing something in print that you actually already know is pretty helpful.

I do the no poo thing for a week or so once every six months or so to "reset" my hair.

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My husband and I call our daughter "our princess." Because she is. Whenever a random stranger calls her princess, she always says, "I'm a tomboy princess. That's waaay better."

My daughter likes to wear "boy" clothes sometimes. It drives my mother, mother in law, and grandmother in law crazy. They seem to think I need to put my foot down and make her wear "appropriate" clothes. I remind them this is not their child and to STFU.

I say we get back to traditional Halloween costumes! It's time to go back to the way things should be. Sexy nurse and naughty school girl. None of this silly sexy pizza and sexy ghost nonsense.

I can rinse the conditioner from my hair while I brush my teeth. It doesn't save time, but it lets me enjoy a few extra minutes of warm water.

Behold, the song of my people!

As a former preschool teacher, I think these are great. Not every kid understands their allergies or is vocal enough to say, "Please don't feed me peanut butter, I don't want to die."

I've heard if a baby has a lot of hair in the womb, you have more heartburn.

My 5 year old is so effing loud some days. And if she is tired, she is ridiculously loud. Telling her to tone it down really doesn't work. So we just make her go into her room and be as loud as she needs to be. With the door shut.

If a "friend" repeatedly told my kid what to do, even after I told her to stop, she'd get pushed out of the car. While we were on the highway.

This. A thousand times this.
I'm lucky to have a pretty effing good kid, but there have been times that as soon as my husband came home from work I picked up my keys, told him good luck, and went to a coffee shop for a few hours.

Not gonna lie, I'm a grown adult and am super excited about this game.

I'm glad this is an HBO movie. I rarely get to the theater and the idea of watching in PJs makes me happy.

We (my daughter and me) have epic sword fights, slay dragons, have been ninjas, and more than once helped the Doctor save the universe. I've loved every minute.

I completely understand and respect that having 2 (or more kids) is harder than 1. I'm talking about the mom that CONSTANTLY complains and wants a medal for doing what billions of other parents have done every day since forever.
The problem with three is there are more of them than you. Or a plus, more chance someone…

OH MY GOSH THIS. I had to get nasty with a mom because she wouldn't stop "helping" my daughter play. The reason I'm not helping her climb that rock wall is because I know she can do it, she just needs to try.

Do you know how many weird and dirty looks I get when I actually PLAY with my daughter at the playground?