Getting It All Out

By Rhonda Gail, on 04.28.10

Sometimes, I just have some things to rant about. This is one of those times.

No, I do not think your cheesy staged newborn photos are all that cute. You are not Anne Geddes and I’m pretty sure your baby is not literally a pea in the pod.
You should probably bathe your kids at least, I dunno, once a week? I certainly don’t want your kid kissing and hugging mine when snot is dripping down his chin. Also? They’re called shoes and they prevent feet bottoms from turning black.

When a woman lives with you for six years, feeding you, cleaning for you, and providing you with an awesome companion, appreciate it. If you decide you want to move on, say so. Don’t let her continue to play wifey to you while you look elsewhere. It’s common decency.
It’s great that you have made best friends with fellow bloggers. Really, it is. However, you don’t need to make your other readers feel as if they aren’t in your exclusive little club. And you know, just because I do not buy Lilly Pulitzer and live in J.Crew doesn’t mean I’m not as awesome as you. I’m not a fan of Lilly and no, I can’t afford J.Crew right now. There isn’t much I like there anyway, other than their ruffled tops. Your kids aren’t going to turn out better than mine just because they go to a Montessori preschool or go to a playgroup.