Motherhood Is a Mutha
Most people say having a kid is like getting a tattoo on your face; you have to be certain you want it. Mike Tyson and I disagree. Act now, assess later, is what we always say to one another.
So when you find yourself in Bryce Canyon National Park, standing in front of a bin full of orphaned prairie dogs waiting for their forever home, your common sense will go out the window faster than Evander Holyfield’s ear.
The next thing you know, you’re filling out adoption papers for Senor Peepers and taking
on the life of a single mother.
Sure, it’s a love you never knew existed, and yeah, your life suddenly has purpose. But your midsection suddenly has loose skin flaps and your lady business is ravaged. Just, like, ground-up hamburger meat.
Such are the fleeting, adrenaline-fueled highs and plunging, long-term lows of parenthood. Maybe just…sleep on it?