A few months ago a friend posted a question on Facebook about what to do to comfort her teething infant. Because I am a proponent of throwing drugs at any problem*, I suggested that if the baby seemed to be in pain, a little Motrin might help. The next commenter had a more homeopathic recommendation. I can’t remember what it was, but I do remember she ended her post noting that her recommendation was “not toxic.” Maybe she was referring to me and my Motrin, or maybe it was just a general fact she was stating, but it sort of underlined Facebook’s grand thesis:
To the goodly people who read Trips Ahoy,
I don’t know if you noticed, but this blog is full of me griping about how hard everything is. So annoying. The truth is; it’s just more entertaining to make fun of the dark side of parenting instead of focusing on the stupid bright side from time to time.
I learned a lot of things in 2014.
Like: Trying to feed a toddler quinoa is pointless.
Ordering a second bottle of champagne is a bad idea.
And, the wheel of fortune is a rough ride.