You can’t swing a dead cat on a mommy blog without coming across the inevitable “LOL! Look what a mess my kid made!” snapshot. During my mom’s blogging days she just had to post this baby picture of me right after I spilled a Rubbermaid container full of Cheerios. Hey, I had to get my nutrition somehow… it sure as hell wasn’t going to be from her cooking.y
I guess what I’m saying is if I had to sum up my mom in one word (besides ‘effin’ old’) it would be “hypocrite.” She’s always bitching at me to pick up my shoes, and clean up my toys and fish my teddy bear out of the toilet. (Which happens to be where he takes his swimming lesson but she doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about stuffed animal safety.) Yet, when I want to, say eat, on the dining room table, it’s invariably strewn with one of her omnipresent piles of shit.
LOL! Look what a slob my mom is!!