Tiffany Wade
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I'm just me. Tiffany. Mom of Z, B and SC.
Stories (6/0)
The Sh*t They Don't Tell You: Lesson 6
Battery Operated Frustration Christmas is just around the corner, my friends, and that means that all sorts of relatives are going to buy all sorts of toys for your youngins. From candy-filled stockings, to the sweaters that Aunt June knitted that they JUST HAVE TO try on, our kids are about to enter into a world of spoil. And yes, this includes what I like to call Battery Operated Frustration AKA those noisy ass toys that won't shut up.
By Tiffany Wade6 years ago in Families
The Sh*t They Don't Tell You: Lesson #5
Losing Your Shit. You're standing there, telling yourself that if you hear "Mommy!" one more time today, you're going to explode. You're crying on the bathroom toilet with a Snickers bar hanging halfway out of your mouth, knowing that if you hear one more request to watch that damned Paw Patrol episode, you're going to have yourself a conniption. You're rushing everybody out the door only to find your three-year-old standing in the room butt naked (but at least she has shoes on!) and YOU LOSE YOUR SHIT.
By Tiffany Wade6 years ago in Families
The Sh*t They Don't Tell You: Lesson #4
Turds in the tub! My children are on an absurdly strict bedtime routine. (Thank you, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder!) You know, it's the typical dinner, bath, book and bed routine, but with a lot more anal retentive steps that I just can't NOT do! (My kids would never survive the night without the scrubbing behind their ears, or the weekly Monday wax removal, c'mon!)
By Tiffany Wade6 years ago in Families
The Sh*t They Don't Tell You: Lesson #3
Welcome to Temper Tantrums. "No!" One word. Two letters. May or may not include an exclamation point. But any way you decide to phrase it, that one syllable word can ruin someone's day. And by someone, I mean a toddler. Welcome to temper tantrums, you poor unsuspecting fool.
By Tiffany Wade7 years ago in Families
The Sh*t They Don't Tell You: Lesson #2
Death by Laundry I was once a young, wild bachelorette, whose main purpose in life was partying, concerts and, due to the lack of rich relatives to inherit from, going to work, to earn more money for the partying and concerts. (Let's not kid ourselves, I paid rent once a month too.) (Much to my disdain.)
By Tiffany Wade7 years ago in Families
- Top Story - October 2017
The Sh*t They Don't Tell You: Lesson #1Top Story - October 2017
"Dear God, please don't let me poop. Please, please don't let me poop when I push." Not exactly a prayer you'd expect from a woman, at the crisp young age of 19, while she's waiting to deliver her first baby. Yet there I was, praying to a God (at the time I wasn't even sure I believed in) that I would not poop while I pushed my daughter out. I think I was praying harder about my feces than I was for my contractions to stop.
By Tiffany Wade7 years ago in Families