June and the Gang Would Be Proud
From the book: The Toilet's Overflowing and the Dog is Wearing My Underwear
As an adolescent, I believed parenting would be a breeze. If I had known motherhood entailed fishing cell phones from toilets and pulling cocoa puffs out of noses, I’d have become a nun. I would’ve evicted baby chicks from my playhouse, swaddled dolls, and listened to every conversation about hemorrhoids, infant bowel movements, and coupons my mother’s quilting group had.
Instead, television characters were my role