Nicole Merritt

‘Sorry, not sorry.’ Today marks my 6th year of saving front-row-center seats at my child’s Christmas performance.’: Mom unabashedly defends her aggressive actions

“That’s 6 years of pissing other people off by staking claim on 4 to 8 seats so my family and I can watch our nugget with the BEST view. I won’t apologize for this. Ain’t nobody more determined than a helicopter mama who wants her child to notice her immediately upon taking the stage. There is no shame in my seat-saving game.”

‘I wasn’t thankful last night. I can be a real witch at bedtime. It saddens so much to admit that.’: Mom ‘upset, frustrated’ kids climb in bed with her at night, ‘I threw in the towel’

“We’ll call bedtime ‘rest,’ because it sure as hell isn’t a good night’s sleep. So, when one of my kids can’t fall asleep, it freakin’ frustrates the heck out of me. Then I feel guilty because my poor child is frustrated she can’t sleep, and here I am, making it worse by getting upset with her. I wasn’t thankful last night. Nope. But then she puts her head on my chest.”

‘Hey friend, I’m coming over. Please don’t clean up. Please don’t dress up.’: Mom doesn’t want friend to ‘apologize’ for being messy, ‘don’t stress the mess’

“Get ready to answer your door. Please don’t apologize. Please don’t freeze up. Please don’t clam up. Please just BE. Allow me to do the same. If you need to whine, I’m all ears. If you need to wine, I’ll bring a bottle. I’m coming over to support, help, empathize and entertain. I’m not coming over to speculate, assess, criticize or mock.”

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