I had a little mommy meltdown the other day as I squeezed myself into a pair of jeans. When I looked in the mirror all I saw was a stuffed sausage-like reflection. My husband walked in and I started to cry.

Someone explain to me why our bodies have to show the evidence that we have children but then our husbands walk around like nothing changed, all sexy. It’s very frustrating.

Anywayssss Timmy over heard me whining about my lumpy body and says, “Is it your butt mom?”

I bust out laughing. Then he proceeds to kiss me and ask, “All better?”