Since I gave up the single life and settled down to become a hip suburban mama, I have found more then a few annoying questions for which I have no answer.
Is there no answer…or am I just that blond?!
Where DOES the other sock go?
Why DO men think it’s OK to fart in the marital bed?
At what point do us young, vital women, start making that odd grunting groaning noise as we drag our behinds off the floor?
How is it that in a house with four people, two of which are adults, the wife seems to be the only one who has mastered the art of changing the roll on the toilet paper roll?
Why is it that men get better looking with age, and women just get old?
When did Kraft dinner with a side of wiener and an apple become a well balanced meal?
What did I do before kids?
When did the definition of an amazing evening change? I’d gladly pass up a night out at a bar in exchange for a quiet evening at home with Hubby, a bowl of popcorn and a rented flick.
At what point did I stop just grabbing clothes off the shelf in the store that were “my size” and taking them to the cashier? Now everything must be tried on.
When did finding a bikini that actually fits, or a pair of jeans that look fab become a true victory?
When did I start to get excited about a sale at the grocery store?
How did a quality carpool become something to envy?
What happened to my boobs?