I don’t understand why my daughter refuses to eat her crust. I have now resorted to playing the mean mommy card and I will not cut the crust off for her. Not that it helps, she just peels it off herself anyways.
This has really got to stop though. Remember my completely awful I-wish-I-could-erase-from-my-memory Friday? What you don’t know is that it got even better (worse?). The icing on the cake was when I got in my car after my Dr appointment to head to get a chest X-Ray. As soon as I sat down RRRIIIIIIPPPPPP. That’s right, my pants ripped. And not a tiny tear by any means. My ass was hanging out all over the place. Not exactly appropriate for going into an imaging center with. Thankfully I was close to home so I just ran home and changed real quick. My ever so lovely daughter felt that it was a good time to point out that “you are not getting fat mom, you are just growing” Thanks kid.
Fast forward to Tuesday. I got home and changed into something more casual for class (I have to dress all businessy for work). I squat down to grab my shoes and guess what. Yep. My other pair of pants ripped. Right in the ass.
Thankfully these were both just cheap Target jeans. I would have been pissed if they were my favorite pair of American Eagle jeans. Those are still hanging nicely in my closet collecting dust though. I can’t seem to fit into them anymore even though my “I just had a baby” excuse is now almost 19 months old.
So dear sweet daughter, will you please eat your crust so I don’t have to anymore? (you know, starving kids in Africa and all) My jeans would really appreciate it.
6 months ago