There are few things more humbling than babysitting a toddler. You think you’re in control. You think you’re the adult. But toddlers are tiny anarchists with no concept of social contracts, physics, or personal space. They will destroy your dignity one juice-box demand at a time, and they will enjoy it. As a mom of...| Psychology Junkie
You wake up. Your head is pounding. There’s straw in your mouth, someone’s goat is sniffing your face, and a nearby man is dying of what looks like fourteen different illnesses, all of which you’ve only heard about in old-timey novels where everyone is named something like “Willifred the Elder.” You’ve been yeeted, quite unceremoniously,...| Psychology Junkie