I’m sure you’ve heard of the “pink tax”, where women pay more than men for certain services and products. Particularly annoying examples are dry cleaning and razor blades. Sure, you can buy men’s razors instead, (and I do), but this doesn’t exactly correct the problem. However I didn’t realize how early the pink tax actually starts, until I was perusing Amazon for sippy cups earlier this evening. I present to you, The Baby Pink Tax.
Homemade marshmallows are the easiest and most affordable edible gift. Package them in a mug with hot cocoa mix, and you’ve got the perfect (i.e. cheap) gift for someone that you don’t care enough about to give a real present. (Totally kidding, if you have received this from me and are reading this right now.)
So I wasn’t sure about posting this headband, because it was so big, that it bordered looking a little bit like a weird peony hat. I think it would work better on an older child, or maybe grouped with a couple smaller flowers, but it was still pretty cute.
Facebook is a weird place… Facebook marketplace is an even weirder place. My favorite nap time hobby, besides staring a wall in silence, is texting weird things I find on marketplace to Danielle. However some of these absolute gems need to be shared…
So today’s installment of WTF is all about gifting. After all, it is December. Why go to a nice clean store when you can buy creepy old junk from strangers in a McDonald’s parking lot?!?
“Trust me, its looks EXACTLY like the drawing on this small ripped piece of paper”
Well I now can say I have two years under my belt as a twin mom. Honestly, the first year was the hardest year of my life. Real talk. Strangers approached me all the time and the comment I heard over and over again was something to the effect of “Enjoy this time, they grown up fast”.
PSA: Do NOT say this to parents of twins. We know they grow fast, and we are HOPING TO GOD they will grow faster out of whatever stage is currently causing us extreme life turbulence. Most nights I was lucky if I got more than two hours of sleep at a time. Only peeing once a day from not having the time to stay hydrated was a common occurrence. My teeth were brushed about twice a week (yea yea gross I know). Year one was about survival, not enjoyment.