Reality bites

That moment—the first time you thought about helping your kid with her homework since before she was born—the flash of light when you realize IT’S COMING and you’re gonna have to cram that shit into the two hours between when you get home from work and she goes to bed between dinner, dishes, and bath time. And ALL her excuses.

In the words of that mudscamp from Woobeewoo, “One hundred stories of one hundred-ten percent ten-speed terror, like, bam, like, fresh out the grease.”

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