Maybe it’s just my postpartum hormones but y’all I’m ticked... today we had my daughter’s 3rd birthday party. I spent hours this week cleaning my house, getting supplies, prepping food, cupcakes and treat bags... ALL WITH 2 TODDLERS A NEWBORN AND UNHEALED LADY PARTS... all for each and every person that said they were going to come to either just not show up or text last minute that something else came up. I don’t know what to tell my daughter because she keeps asking when her friends are going to get here. I don’t understand people sometimes.

People suck. Rant over.