MOM LEAVES HILARIOUS INSTRUCTIONS FOR HER HUSBAND WHILE SHE SPENDS THE WEEKEND OUT

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It rarely happens when a mother of six kids would go out on vacation with her friends.
But if she does, she makes sure that everything is being handled just the way it is supposed to be.

Meghan Maza Oeser, who happens to be a professional photographer and mother of six kids, decided to go out on the weekend with her girlfriends. So, before she decided to leave the house, she wrote an open letter to her husband which had all the instructions regarding children duties.

However, most of the points were about managing meals and snack requests. Apart from that, the duties included negotiations too, regarding who’s going to play with the Frozen themed items. This was posted on Friday; I really hope the husband lived through it.

A letter to my husband as I leave for girls' weekend…(Warning: foul language)Dearest Husband,I'm writing this to…

Geplaatst door Meghan Maza Oeser op vrijdag 12 augustus 2016

A letter to my husband as I leave for girls’ weekend…

(Warning: foul language)

Dearest Husband,
I’m writing this to you out of love, not fear. I wanted to go over a few things with you before you embark on this weekend alone…with the others.

Well, she doesn’t really give a damn about what he’s going to think, but she knows how to live life.
Nighttime, daytime, breakfast time, and somewhere around lunchtime can easily be mistaken for pure HELL, with Satan coming off as a My Little Pony in comparison.

There’s a big problem coming your way, Mr. Husband.
First things first…

Upon arriving home after work, things won’t seem so bad. The others will hug, jump, and for the most part, be pretty excited to see you. This will be short lived…I promise. School season or not…this is also known as hell hour. The others will fight about anything and everything, with Quinn and Penny being the biggest instigators. It’s most likely that Quinn will be pissed off about Penny wearing her Elsa dress, and Penny equally pissed off because Quinn will ONLY refer to her as Anna. Penny will also be fighting sleep, which I’ll get to later.

Dinner will suck. Bailey will want pizza, while Harper will ask for hotdogs. Quinn will cry when you say the word hotdog, and will insist on Mac n cheese (but not the orange kind or the white kind, but the purple kind). We’ll be fresh out of the purple kind, so she’ll then ask for toast. You’ll already have started making mac n cheese for Penny, but since she heard Quinn ask for toast, she’ll also want that toast. You’ll end up tossing the Mac n cheese because Bailey got the stomach flu 5 years ago after eating the orange kind, and Harper prefers the white kind. You’ll also forget about Harper because her friend Lily “unexpectedly” stopped by, so they went ripsticking down the street. Everyone will eat cereal for dinner, and Lily will come inside for a bandaid.

This is confusing AF. Pizza should have sorted everything out though.
You’ll want to sit down and relax after dinner/breakfast, but I’m warning you against this. It will get quiet…REAL quiet. This is when you’ll realize that the threenager has fallen asleep somewhere. Do NOT let the threenager fall asleep. You’re basically fucked if this happens. She will be wide awake until at least 1:30am if you’re not careful. Given your 9:30 bedtime and 5am wake up, this is less than ideal.

Moving along.

Lily’s still there. You’ll then wonder where in God’s hell her parents are. You’re guess is as good as mine. I’ve yet to meet them.

Bedtime…
Good. Fucking. Luck, buddy.

Pajamas. FUCK pajamas. Don’t even ATTEMPT anything but a nightgown for Penny. And if you cannot find a nightgown for Penny, keep fucking looking. She’ll ask for her Minnie Mouse nightgown, but once you put it on, she’ll scream in agony because the sleeves are CLEARLY ripping her fucking arms off. Just find her Elsa one. Chances are, it’s dirty as shit, but so what…so is she. I can’t remember the last time I put soap to that one.

Go ahead and leave Penny on the couch with you. God knows you let her ass fall asleep somewhere prior. Quinn, Harper, and Bailey will go down seamlessly. Just wait. As they lie in their beds, they’ll then realize that their tiny mouths are on God damned fire, and they’ll act as if they’ve just walked 800 fucking miles through the Sahara. They will come down…one by one…every god damned 5 minutes…for water. Don’t let ANYONE use Quinn’s pink Elsa cup. If she sees this, she will lose her holy shit.

You’ll end up bringing Penny to bed with you, thinking that’s a good idea. Ha ha ha ha ha! You may as well sleep next to Evander Holyfield on uppers.

Just try getting her into her bed. Give her the iPad. This will save your life…promise. Make sure you turn the volume down, along with the screen brightness. Speaking of brightness, don’t forget the diffuser. Fill that shit up, and add 2 drops of Peace and calming, one lavender, and one stress away. If she was a real dick that day, add some frankincense. Set the light to PURPLE. Sweet baby Jesus, please remember purple. If you set it to blue, she will act as if her retinas are on the god damned sun. Don’t forget her sippy cup. Seriously…DON’T. She’ll drink some, and then ask you to take it. She’ll want you to place it on her dresser. She’ll call you in 5 minutes later for the rest. She’ll call you in AGAIN to put that shit back on the dresser. She’ll then, sure as God made little green ass apples, wake up at 3am screaming that someone has stolen said sippy cup. Just fill that shit back up, and pray to Peter and Mary that she falls back asleep. Oh, and don’t forget her fan. That girl sweats like a whore in church that just ate 12 beef sandwiches.

Breakfast. Ha! Just as fun as dinner…if not worse. Get coffee. LOTS of coffee. You’ll need it. Penny might want cereal, or she’ll go for toast. Whatever you do…LET HER PICK HER SPOON. Chances are, Quinn will have the ULTIMATE spoon, and Penny will convince you that you’ve left her with the shittiest spoon in the bunch. Sometimes I’ll give her a fork, and then flip her off. Breakfast will be such a shit show that you’ll forget to eat, and begin to experience the caffeine shakes.

Not sure if she went on a holiday or was it revenge?
It’s almost lunchtime. Just start drinking now.

Lather, rinse, and repeat. I’ll see you Sunday.

Oh, also…just incase you wanted to get ANYTHING done this weekend…good fucking luck. Quinn cries basically every 5 minutes, and you would think that Penny’s esophagus was on certain fire every 4.5 seconds. She’ll need constant refills, which leads to more potty breaks. Sometimes she can go by herself, and sometimes she’s completely useless and will whine about everything. Including, but not limited to, her underwears feeling funny. Have backup underwears. Oh, and since you made me get rid of most every sippy cup, leaving me with 2…she’ll lose those. Good fucking luck finding them.

Today's look brought to you by…Younique, vodka, and bad decisions.

Geplaatst door Meghan Maza Oeser op zondag 24 juli 2016

Kisses.

The wife

What did you think about the letter, ladies? Do you think it’s a good idea to write an open letter to your husband while you can easily go out and party? I think, yes!

You need to check out Meghan’s hilarious Facebook page for more tips!




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