ok you guys are slacking on writing mom/dad friends because, let me tell you, it goes way beyond mother-henning. so for inspiration here’s a list of things i have actually done
the time i brought cupcakes to rehearsal because it was two members’ birthdays and i didn’t want them to think i forgot about them; meanwhile, i was highkey bitter about it because they were all little shits the day before (the birthday girls were both saints though i love them)
“hey abby do you have this” “yes” “do you have this” ¨yes” “ok but do you have this” “yes, don’t even ask me, just look in the fucking bag”
spray painting shirts while my mom was in the hospital because i promised i’d do them
“i love my kids” two seconds later: “i hate my kids” (bonus: anytime anyone threatens or makes fun of them i’m Ready To Attack)
making gifts for everyone. every year. every single person got one. i’ve put months of my life into those gifts.
when i brought a blanket and a pillow for the bus ride home from a competition in the middle of the night and i ended up using a uniform bag to stay warm
“okay, you’re limping, i have a million braces in my bag so go pick one out. if you don’t i’ll wrap it myself and probably stab you with a pin”
everyone comes to you for petty drama. everyone. i know everything.
the little swell of pride whenever they do something right
packing enough snacks to feed half of a bus and actually having some for myself
the Look. the disappointed stare. they know when you’re disappointed in them. i’ve masted the look and sigh.
and the classic: “i love all of my kids. except you. you’re adopted.”