
Why My Toddler is Basically My Boss & I Just Work for Snacks
I used to have a job with an actual desk, a breakroom with semi-stale doughnuts, and coworkers who didnβt throw sippy cups at my face. But now? Now I reportβ¦
I used to have a job with an actual desk, a breakroom with semi-stale doughnuts, and coworkers who didnβt throw sippy cups at my face. But now? Now I reportβ¦
Before kids, I was a calm, confident human who believed I would raise tiny humans with poise and perfect logic. Now? I’m a snack-fetching, bedtime-negotiating, coffee-dependent narrator of a real-lifeβ¦
Picture this: Itβs 4:59 AM. The world is still asleep, birds havenβt even started chirpingβand suddenly, you hear it. That familiar call: “Moooommy! Daaaaddy!” And just like that, your dayβ¦
It starts innocently enough: you hand over the cute, kid-sized toothbrush, add a dot of fluoride-free toothpaste, and say, “Time to brush!” And thenβchaos. Flailing limbs, closed lips, full-on meltdown.β¦
Ah, the cribβthe final frontier in your babyβs sleep journey. Moving your baby from the cozy confines of a bassinet or your arms to the wide-open space of a cribβ¦