Let’s be honest, email is often touted as the more convenient way to communicate than a phone call. I should be able to respond whenever I have a moment, right? The truth is, my life is like a circus, with two toddlers constantly plotting to test my limits—24/7. So, trust me, I’ve made an effort to reply to your message, but then life happens…
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The moment I glance at my computer, my kids take it as an invitation to “help.” Spoiler alert: they aren’t helping. They’ve never assisted in crafting an email before, but their newfound determination is impressive. Thanks a lot, educational programs!
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My keyboard is a disaster zone. It’s not a technical glitch; it’s just that it’s been transformed into a sticky surface, possibly due to peanut butter. Or is that some other mystery substance? Seriously, what is that smell?!
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I can hardly see my laptop screen. My daughter has decided to “decorate” it with her latest finds from her nose. It’s festive in a really gross way—and at least she’s not eating her creations.
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I dread checking my inbox because I have this gut feeling that last week, while slightly tipsy, I sent an email to my boss that I’ll regret forever. Ignorance definitely feels like bliss right now!
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Somehow, my kids managed to smash every keyboard icon into oblivion. Now, everything’s in German. How did they do that?
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My laptop is currently buried beneath a mountain of laundry, junk mail, and baby dolls that have seen better days. And since I haven’t been pregnant in over two years, I have no idea why there are nursing pads in the mix.
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I would use my phone to reply, but the last time I saw it, my daughter was busy taking blurry selfies of her feet and random objects around the house. It’s become a crucial part of her art project.
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Every time I attempt to draft a response, I end up just staring blankly at the screen. Sleep has been a distant memory since the previous presidential administration.
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When I do find a sliver of “me time,” it involves urgent self-care, like tackling my mustache or cleaning up the “winter coat” that has formed on my legs. And yes, I might just snack on leftover chicken nuggets to tick “eat dinner” off my list.
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I even tried using a text-to-speech tool, but my computer seems to think “duck” is the new “reply.”
One day, perhaps science will develop a telepathic communication method, and I promise I’ll be much better at staying in touch. Until then, maybe we can catch up in a decade? If you’re interested in more relatable parenting content, check out this post on cervical insemination. And if you’re considering home insemination, Make A Mom offers some great at-home kits. For a comprehensive guide to pregnancy and home insemination, visit Healthline.
To wrap it up, life with toddlers is chaotic and often messy, which inevitably leads to delayed replies. But hey, we’re in this together, right?
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