Coming to the conclusion you’re not cut out for motherhood due to the fact you wouldn’t be able to have wine for 9 months. TSM.

Today’s smokey eye is brought to you by last night’s eyeliner.

“Mom you don’t need grandchildren. You have grandlittles!” TSM.

Feeling most accomplished when checking things off in your planner. TSM.

When your soul is darker than your mascara. TSM.

Those who say I pay for my friends aren’t even worth my time. TSM.

I need this mascara to be preference night proof. TSM.

When you only have one appropriate picture to put on Facebook from the whole weekend. TSM.

Sunday: “I’m never drinking again.”
Tuesday: “Where’s my alcohol?” TSM.

“Can my big come too?” TSM.