One of the super fun things about motherhood is the way everyone has a better idea of how to raise your child than you do. Whether you’re being lambasted on Facebook by Judgerson McGillicuddie when you post a picture of your 11-month-old eating bananas and OH MY GAWD HIDE THE CHILDREN peanut butter, or you’re being scolded by a senile hairdresser for casually mentioning your plan to sleep train your baby who isn’t even born yet, the world makes good and certain that you’re aware of your complete incompetence when it comes to raising your own kid. It’s nothing short of miraculous if your offspring survive to adolescence under your watch since – let’s be honest – you’re really only qualified to be the caretaker of a jar of earthworms.
Ah yes, motherhood: damned if you do, damned if you don’t, damned if you breathe the wrong way.
But huzzah! Complete and utter incompetence loves company, and that’s…
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