Some days we feel like the bomb diggy. Some days we feel like we wish we were sitting on a bomb. Some days, we look around our house and feel like a bomb went off. Whatever bomb moment you’re having, check this out.

BleepingMotherhood.com was designed with you in mind. Sometimes you just want to be mindless, and goof off for a minute. No time for goofing off? Jeez, can you let yourself off the hook for 5 seconds? Let’s test it out: Right now, tell me WTF you think this is:

Is it:

A: Baking Soda and Garbage

B: Vomit and an Old Map

C: A Book About Pooping

D: Paper Mache Gone Wrong.

I’ll tell you the answer in just a few seconds.

Right now, I want you to get up, and dance to Pharrell Williams “Happy”. (BTW, this song can be watched and danced to 24 hours a day on bleepingmotherhood)

Already happy? Great! Keep going on bleepingmotherhood.

Next item of business. What’s up with summer? It’s fucking great, right?

Okay, next item. Does anyone know who or what crawled up my kid’s butt lately? She’s a total sass machine, and I want my sweet little girl back. I think we all know what I mean here. To find out how to work through your own lil’ sass ass, check out, Toddlers Are A**holes: It’s Not Your Fault by Bunmi Laditan.

And just curious: is it me, or am I the only one who gets the chills at the end of Cinderella when step-mother trips the dude and the slipper goes flying and breaks all of the floor….and then…Cinderella is all, “But you see, I have the other slipper.” And the look on step mother’s face when she realized she’s fucked! So good! And I probably should go jump off a cliff now.

Any new business mommy items that need to be brought to our attention? Add your comments, or email us (sothishappened@bleepingmotherhood.com), and for pete’s sake, tell us what you think! We want to know about your ups and downs. So we can make fun of you. Um, we mean, make you smile. And pee your pants. Not necessarily in that order. It’s all up to you and your personal bladder functions.

Oh, I almost forgot. Here’s the answer to WTF is that pile of shit in my kitchen sink. It’s a book about how to poop. My husband thought it would be a “great idea” if we got our 3 year old daughter (who is afraid of pooping on the toilet) a book about pooping on the toilet. So I did the amazon.com thing and the book arrived 2 days later. 2 hours later, it looked like that. Ruined in my sink. I’m not even clear on how it happened. Aaaand that’s what we think of daddy’s idea.