

Other steps you can take to protect your children are: More information about the RTA Label and compatible services can be found here. Parental tools that are compatible with the RTA label will block access to this site. We use the "Restricted To Adults" (RTA) website label to better enable parental filtering. Protect your children from adult content and block access to this site by using parental controls. PARENTS, PLEASE BE ADVISED: If you are a parent, it is your responsibility to keep any age-restricted content from being displayed to your children or wards. Furthermore, you represent and warrant that you will not allow any minor access to this site or services. This website should only be accessed if you are at least 18 years old or of legal age to view such material in your local jurisdiction, whichever is greater. Sometimes I forget how long it’s been since I’ve showered.You are about to enter a website that contains explicit material (pornography).My diet plan when I’m home alone consists of only allowing myself to eat what my kids have left over or dropped on the floor.I’m like Velma from Scooby Doo without my glasses and they’re Gucci! You better believe I washed them off and put them right back on. I dropped my glasses in the toilet as I was helping my son clean up.If those aren’t bad enough for you here are a few hall of famers: Oh and once I went out in my dressy yoga pants and when I came home changed into my more comfortable hole in the crotch home yoga pants. Where did this weight come from! I looked so good in those pants yesterday! Oh, right I live my life in a deceiving yet flattering casing known as yoga pants. Of course on days when I have to go somewhere yoga pants aren’t appropriate and try squeezing into my jeans I’m shocked.

I look fantastic in them and that secret stomach panel keeps everything where it should be like a set of bootleg Spanx. I know what you’re thinking and yes I really should get back to my 18% body fat pre kids shape, but until I have the time to spend two hours a day in the gym – again it isn’t happening. They’ve got to have the right cut, stretchy fabric, and some sort of stomach panel. I buy yoga pants with the precision and meticulous research normal people save for purchasing their first home. I know I’m not alone but I take yoga pants wearing to shameful new levels. Shameful? Maybe but I got some much needed sleep. She wasn’t carried away by a colony of ants in the middle of the night and I gave her a bath in the morning. I was exhausted and in no mood to endure the horrible shrill screams my daughter subjects me to during shampooing.
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I let my child sleep with some marshmallow fluff in her hair. Do I delay bedtime and wrangle two cranky kids into the tub alone, or go about my business as if nothing happened? That’s right. My two-year old daughter rubbed the marshmallow fluff into her hair like candy shampoo while my three-year old soon gleefully cheered her on.Īs I picked the large chunks out of her hair I checked the clock. They were seated and enjoying themselves so I seized the moment, left the room, and got to work on a pile of dishes. I thought it’d be super cute to make my children little mugs of hot chocolate with a dollop of marshmallow fluff on top after a few hours spent playing in the late autumn cold. Either way here are a few of my shameful mom confessions for your reading pleasure.
