Oh, my children are so very sad. I cannot take them to the park to play. Such great playground etiquette-we go down the slide, never up! We cannot drive to the library and search for non-sexist stories in the children's section. When my youngest doesn't want to hear a story about a boy, she has me change all the "he's" to "she's". I'm so proud...my little feminist!
We cannot go to the museum. And it's such a deal, we bought a season pass! Paid for itself in only three visits..
No nature walks, no recycling trips.
Mommy cannot stay with you today. Mommy's gonna' get a job!
About Me
- Brokemom
- California, United States
- Once Upon A Time, I was a Welfare Mommy. I put myself through college and became a Welfare Worker, all while keeping my sardonic sense of humor in check. Then I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, quit my job, and now stay at home and raise three kids, ages 17, 13, and 6. I can cook but can't "throw something together", I want to clean but procrastinate, but most of all I want to find myself.
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