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“No one cares about how long your run was”

“No one cares if you baked something”

Wrong bitch - I’m locked in. Post the little map thingy from the app, I won’t even know what it means and I’ll like it. Post your first upside down cake or homemade pizza crust attempt, I’m in there and I’m smashing the like button.

Yes, please. I will tell everyone I know that my friend broke her PB or made the best cake I’ve ever seen or whatever, like I’m your grandma.

If all my drafts ever get published in some kind of glitch, I will be exposed for how often I go, “This seems like something I should fact check” and never actually… do that 😂😂😂

Could I use saves or likes? Yes.

But I don’t 💀

My kids recently discovered middle names exist. So they’ve been practicing all of the kid names and middle names.

So the other day the oldest was reciting his and his siblings’ “whole names” so I asked him what my whole name was and without missing a beat he said “Mama Elizabeth”. So I guess that’s my name now. First name Mama, middle name Elizabeth. 😆

thehopeandthehurt:

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😭 vampire 🧛 🖤 photography 💜 blogging from a closet 🌺

😏 your silly🐰rabbit 💯 drawing blood 🩸 💯 blogging from Poznań 👾

🫥 edgy 🍎 just another human 👤 💅🏻 i will steal your girlfriend

😴 i can vote, ok? 💜 guardian of secrets blogging from Mariana Trench

🤣 edgy 🍓 i am GOD 👁 ☮️ i will steal the devil

🫠 older than you ♻️ ducks 💗 sword🗡master 🌴

🤣 16,345 💔 just a little girl blogging from 78.9014° N, 13.4839° E

Moving into a new house and there are SO MANY bookshelves currently in my living room. It makes me feel like I’m in a library.

I should have done other things, probably.

But instead of that, I made dinner rolls and am now just sitting on my couch eating one.

No one ever said Mom life was glamorous.

If they did, they might have lied.

It was a whole saga, but I managed to break my stove on Christmas Day. I finally got a new one today and let me tell you I’m thrilled to be done cooking with only an electric waffle maker, a slow cooker, a pressure cooker and a microwave.

Me to husband: Oh, child is showing interest in reading but refusing to tell me what he knows, as usual.

Husband: He’ll probably just do it one day all of a sudden, like he always does.

Less than two hours later, a video of a fancy house for sale is playing on our television. The only audio is dulcet orchestral hold music. Each room flashes by with a label on the bottom.

Kid: “That’s the Master Bedroom”

Husband and I just casually stare at each other.

Pandemic Christmas with three kids is: wrapping the presents from all of my family members to all of my kids because they can’t bring them in person.

My tape has been replenished, my apple cinnamon tea has been reheated and I am ready.

Later, we are making a gingerbread village that is probably going to be ugly as sin because my kids are small, but they love it!

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