I didn't realize how truly crabby I could get until I had children. There's just something about having someone say "mom" nine bazillion times when you are already irritated with pretty much everything that can send you into a nuclear-grade grouch. And once there, it's a short trip from grumptown to shrieking mommyville.
No one like shrieking mommyville. No one.
So what can you do to shake the bad mood? The Well Mom at Divine Caroline has six suggestions. Number five is the reason my underpants are so neatly organized. Number six is why I can't always fit into them.
Good suggestions, however. It's a good list to keep handy when you are on the bumpy path to shrieking mommyville, which no one likes. No one.
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