There was a time when, if you saw my shirt looking like this,
it was for a completely different reason.
Now my jugs are only of the milk variety, and I get tired of snapping after each feeding.
(and yes, that is spit-up splattered on my shirt. Whatev.)
The song “Miss Independence” by Kelly Clarkson takes on a whole new meaning when you hear it while driving down the highway in your minivan with two screaming kids in the back…