This week on... Days of our Facebook posts...
Daaaaaayum, you ladies went for the jugular last night.
It began with a post about a woman's child putting diaper cream in his mouth. Don't worry, after asking our resident Facebook mommy doctors, she did make a phone call to the doctor's office... after posting a photo of her child covered in diaper cream, for proof I suppose. I'm just glad she posted the picture. Without it there's no way I could have diagnosed Osteoporosis correctly, which causes permanent blindness within two and a half minutes.
Your day starts out like any other. Routine. A jammed pinky toe in the door jam. Missing socks. Baby food on your new work blouse. Luke-warm coffee. Empty gas tank. Near death by lego.
You open your Facebook to scroll through the mom groups, as you're so apt to do when you need a break from real life, and behold! A CONTROVERSIAL POST. Yaaaaaaaay! You PM your ladies, like any respectable and good friend would do. The stress of the day leaves your body and you prepare to bunker down and wade through the 171 comments. To be safe, you select "get notifications" so that you don't miss another bite.
It's been a busy week of what the fuckery in the what the what the what?!
*PING* went my inbox-- "Do you know there's now a Mermaid Moms?" (I'm breaking my "no Mermaid Mom talk" rule for the sake of this blog).
We took AB to the new house so that we could clean the oven and microwave that had apparently never been cleaned in their entire previous ownership.
As you can imagine, we didn't get the cleaning done because AB went beast mode and reminded us she's a toddler.
So, I've left most of the mom groups as you know.
I feel like there should be a group for that.
Mom Groups Anonymous. "We're here to offer you the same support you thought you'd get online!" Can you imagine? That'd go over well. And by well, I mean catastrophic. I feel like they'd HAVE to have security.