Why is it that different brands of string cheese are different? I believe string cheese should be string cheese. Are you listening, Kroger? Your string cheese sucks.
How is it that I can go through most of my life feeling confident and able to raise my son and then I think of one person and feel worthless? I'm pretty sure I'm not able to take care of myself, let alone raise my son on my own. I can't even buy the right string cheese.
Why does Henry think it's hilarious when I throw his stuffed animals on the floor? Will his little friend that was here yesterday ever want to come back after witnessing this act of hilarity and not understanding it?
Where do all the babysitters go around Christmas? I just need one. That's all. Just one.
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