ABOUT ME

About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Only a man

Who was able to snore through late night feedings and kids who awake at the butt crack of dawn would find these onesies funny:





Since I'm not that man, may I just say that I hate these onesies? And that I'm going to write to the companies that make these wretched things and demand they be removed from the shelves, as a show of solidarity for every woman whose husband has rolled over and snored instead of offering to help when he hears the miniature babybeast stirring again dear God not again why the hell won't he just stay asleep!?!

Party at 2 a.m.? I effin' think not. Mommy's wake up call? Bite me!

Just bite me.

Thank you.

3 comments:

Sharyn said...

I think they're cute.

But, you could also use one to strangle whatever husband chooses to roll over at 2 am...

Brittney said...

haha my son said your crib or mine and one that said my daddy can kick your daddy's ass (my brother bought them for him). However point proven a man bought those onesies LOL

Pricilla said...

You should make your own line of onesies...