omg hi. Firstly, I need to explain that when I type “omg,” in my head it sounds like “ohmigah” and it’s more fun + idk casual sounding I guess, than your standard “oh-em-gee!” This isn’t an “oh-em-gee” kind of space, and if that makes sense to you then we are kindreds and I welcome you with a smirk and raised eyebrow.
Now that we’ve gotten THAT out of the way, I’m Sara and I’m a snarky bitch and I love to speak irreverently about how the 2 children I made from scratch with my very awesome man-piece (aka husband) are the actual worst and ruin everything!
Here’s a quick sample of what having kids has done to me, and for me: gave me an anxiety disorder, a light dose of depression, an extra 40 pounds*, additional arguments with that guy I married who I supposedly love, ruined some of my favorite furniture, broke a very expensive gold necklace (playdoh related! cool!), caused me to cry repeatedly …
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