I want them to come home completely devastated, because some guy or girl shattered their heart. Then I want them to come back from that experience and love someone else again, even more than the person prior.
Date someone who doesn’t mind letting a little girl paint his nails or try to put his hair in pigtails.
I said, “You’re only 14 so if you get good at poker, you won’t need to go to college. If you get really good at this, you’ll always find ways to survive.”
We are all in similar situations. It doesn’t matter what type of house you live in or what type of car you drive being a parent is a hard job. At some point we all have self-doubt.
I’ve come to realize that most of the things I want to wish away are pieces of me that have been shaped because of my parents.
You are expected to feed your new roommate and they have less motor control then someone with no arms and no legs.
“My son keeps having nightmares and complains about something called “The Tall Dog”…does anyone know what the hell this is? It’s happened three nights in a row! It’s driving me crazy! Help!”
I envy how they exist—just to be loved and taken care of. Just to be held and played with and smiled at. Just to be the wonderful, fragile, mind-blowing creation that they are.
“I’m going to start this off by saying a phrase that apparently no woman is ever supposed to say. I don’t want to be a mother.”
LOL I wish I could talk to customers this way.