A mother's rant is worth a thousand pennies...

wouldn't you say?  I'm sick and with allergies on top of it, bah.  So, dear internet, here is my rant.

One of my main pet peeves nowadays is walking across the kitchen barefoot only to hear a crunch and find out that I unknowingly killed a damn teddy puff. 

I believe babies should come with housekeepers.  You are at the hospital giving birth: "It's a boy!  Oh, and here's your housekeeper who is assigned to you for the next 18 years, she likes mangos, the color green and all Mel Gibson movies."

If my MIL tells me one more time that, "It's in the air!  It's just in the air!"  when I question where/how Austin or I got sick (which is normally a rhetorical question) I will have to strangle myself with Austin's Booginhead Sippigrip (which I love btw, great for bottles too!).

Moms should get sick days too. 

How does the laundry pile up when I could have sworn it was all just done?  (Same with Austin's laundry.)

Ok, I'm done, for now.