what can i say it's complicated

“yeah, wait until you have kids. i’ll be dealing with this all over again in three years, i almost regret letting my uterus opening up for business,” she said. “hand me your sister’s baby, i can’t reach it,” she said placing the burp rag in her lap. “sounds like a personal problem,” ethan said. “excuse me? don’t be an ass or you’ll go to bed,” she said, resulting in her son handing her a stuffed animal. “tell bubba don’t be a butthead,” she said, handing the toy to her daughter.

“he’s a lot cuter when he’s not making a mess,” she said, sitting up and sitting olivia in her lap. when she heard the toddler smack the table again, she picked up a burp rag and swung it out, reaching his shoulder. “i said stop, don’t make me call your aunt.”

“i don’t wear makeup. it just gets all gross at work.”

“i have a three year old as an accessory. but yeah, i consider myself young still. at least until i hit like... fifty.”

mouse was on the couch, leaning against the arm, entertaining her daughter while her son was sitting at the coffee table, eating goldfish. she let out a small giggle as her daughter belly laughed when she was held in the air. “you’re so cute,” she said, kissing the baby’s nose before looking over to the coffee table when she heard ethan smack the table. “hey. stop crushing them up and eat them or i’m gonna put ‘em away, don’t make a mess,” she said. “i’m not makin’ a mess, i’m just crushing it cause it tried to bite me,” ethan replied, making mouse roll her eyes. “smart ass,” she muttered.

“there’s things around town to do. there’s also an arcade in here somewhere.”

@minniethemouse: all these adolescent before-puberty-hit-like-a-truck babies @arianagrande @grndewtf

“most people don’t realize i’m me. like, ariana doesn’t talk about me, so there’s very few that know i even exist. so most people that come across me think i’m ari, but the ones that know who i am have been pretty decent. of course there’s always the ‘tell ari i love her’ requests and a ton of other questions about her that i’m just like ‘i don’t know, you have to ask her yourself, i don’t talk to her that often’. definitely gets annoying. our friend alexa gets a lot of questions about her too though. so i guess in a way we all get used, but it’s never been anything too horrible for me. i can’t tell you how many guys thought i was her in high school though. that was the most annoying thing in the world. well, good for you, you’re movin’ on up. it’s better to have one really great friend than it is to have ten fake friends. i really only have one best friend and i’m good with that. she’s as loyal as they come.”

“that’s pretty fucked. i’ve thankfully never had to deal with that. the only really annoying thing i’ve had to deal with is people calling me by my sister’s name, or half of the pictures online of my sister are actually me. but that’s something i can live with. being used is definitely something that hits harder. you got rid of the toxics though, right? cause if you did, then you can live happily ever after and not worry about backstabbing bitches.”

“we’ve all been there. but i mean, as embarrassing as some stuff is, there’s still the good times that came with it.”

“i feel you. i think the same thing every time i look at my tweets. or my facebook.”

@minniethemouse: god i love these two brats

“people that say young people can’t be old annoy me. like, we’re obviously not as young as we used to be. we’re old in a way, yanno? to a three year old, we’re ancient.”

“i bet she was probably pretty happy though, he’ll sleep good.”