Yeah, I think we both need a spa day. Let’s meet halfway in CT? If only, right? 

Yeah, I think we both need a spa day. Let’s meet halfway in CT? If only, right? 

- I had a dream last night that I spent a whole day relaxing at a spa. Pretty sure that’s as close as I’m getting to a day at a spa for awhile.
- Over the weekend I started watching Veronica Mars. I’m always late to the party. I’m a little obsessed with this show. I always forget how much I love a mystery.
- When I hold hands with Harry I try my best to remember that he’s short and essentially I’m making him walk around with his arm up in the air, then I try to lower my hand as much as possible because that can’t be comfortable.

tastefullyoffensive:

Mmmmnope. [pbs]

GPOYW: Familiar move of all parents.

Tags: GPOYW

ermathursty:

Saw this tip jar at my Dairy Queen today and lost it at tipiosa.

ermathursty:

Saw this tip jar at my Dairy Queen today and lost it at tipiosa.

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1. My mom likes getting Harry books from Goodwill. Usually they aren’t nightmare-inducing & religious. She was like, “He likes planes, right?”
2. I can’t tell you how funny I think it is that my egg salad confession garnered 14 notes.

Truthful Tuesday

I really enjoy egg salad. 

america-wakiewakie:

1. Single moms are the problem. Only 9 percent of low-income, urban moms have been single throughout their child’s first five years. Thirty-five percent were married to, or in a relationship with, the child’s father for that entire time.

2. Absent dads are the problem. Sixty percent of low-income dads see at least one of their children daily. Another 16 percent see their children weekly.

3. Black dads are the problem. Among men who don’t live with their children, black fathers are more likely than white or Hispanic dads to have a daily presence in their kids’ lives.

4. Poor people are lazy. In 2004, there was at least one adult with a job in 60 percent of families on food stamps that had both kids and a nondisabled, working-age adult.

5. If you’re not officially poor, you’re doing okay. The federal poverty line for a family of two parents and two children in 2012 was $23,283. Basic needs cost at least twice that in 615 of America’s cities and regions.

6. Go to college, get out of poverty. In 2012, about 1.1 million people who made less than $25,000 a year, worked full time, and were heads of household had a bachelor’s degree.

7. We’re winning the war on poverty. The number of households with children living on less than $2 a day per person has grown 160 percent since 1996, to 1.65 million families in 2011.

8. The days of old ladies eating cat food are over. The share of elderly single women living in extreme poverty jumped 31 percent from 2011 to 2012.

9. The homeless are drunk street people. One in 45 kids in the United States experiences homelessness each year. In New York City alone, 22,000 children are homeless.

10. Handouts are bankrupting us. In 2012, total welfare funding was 0.47 percent of the federal budget.

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Easter morning: Harry didn’t like the PopTart which made my husband question paternity. Harry did eat 5-7 sausages and enough candy to give himself diabetes, though.

Monday walk in the woods: we told him to look for animals. He told us he would look for cows and sheeps and pigs. And then hug them.

Also? Where did the baby go? That’s a little boy.

"If you can’t do anything about it, laugh like hell."

― David Cook (via psych-quotes)

Often when Harry is in an inconsolable a-hole toddler meltdown and there’s nothing I can do about it I get a serious case of involuntary giggles. I hide my face and don’t let him see me, but oh god do I inappropriately laugh. Tear streaming down my face laughter.

Maybe it’s an evolution thing that my default is to hysterically laugh instead of lauching into a rage stroke and beating my kid. I mean, sometimes I feel like that (feel, people - I don’t act on it) - but more often I crack up. 

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This kid’s going places - places that are going to benefit women of all generations.