365 - Day 9

No one tells you that after you become a mother you will lose your appetite in sushi restaurants after your child flings a cup at you, it bounces in your soy sauce bowl, splatters you and the banquet with sticky brown liquid and all the other customers and employees eye with the suspicion of a dangerous and impolite criminal after which you will discover a pile of half chewed rice sitting under his high chair that looks and smells like the dance floor at a frat house after the homecoming weekend kegger blaster date rapist party 0f '89.

P.S. You will then spend all the money you do not have for his private school education on extremely generous and guilt ridden tips.