I understand all the messy aspects of mommyhood. Being peed and puked on. Changing diapers. Eating dirt and rocks. Finding week old cups of milk under couch cushions. And I handle it all very well. I just take care of it and deal.

But what’s a gal to do when her husband and brother in law start taking chewed food out of their mouths at the dinner table to display to each other on a napkin?

The only answer is to go and have a good cry.


One comment to “no such thing as a quiet meal”

  1. noelle

    Those are the days huh? Got to love the antics of full grown men…. I know the feeling girl. It seems they always do things like that when your last nerve is one string away from being severed.


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