Babies. Booze. Buds. Beats. Boys (okay, men). Food (because food). Be you (but now maybe you have a baby, or two or seven, and your life is not what it was in your 20’s, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t be you). Keep your head in the clouds. Let’s get high, momma.
Disclaimer: I AM BY NO MEANS ENDORSING IRRESPONSIBLE PARENTING. PLEASE DON’T DRINK A BOTTLE OF VODKA AND WATCH YOUR CHILDREN OR SMOKE BLUNTS IN FRONT OF THEM. USE YOUR BRAIN, STUPID. I’M ENDORSING THE BALANCE OF BECOMING A PARENT & REMAINING IN TACT WITH THE PERSON YOU WERE BEFORE YOU MADE A PERSON. IF THAT INVOLVES BEING A RESPONSIBLE PARTY ANIMAL, THEN LET’S HANG OUT.