Sh*t My Kids Ruined

Kids: they are the light of your life—and the enemy of all things fragile, intact, and clean. But why cry over spilled milk...or paint...or the entire contents of a full-size swimming pool? A testament to the messiness of childhood (and parenting), and a memorial to the household items that perished along the way, here are never-before-seen photos and outrageous stories of VCRs jammed with toys, toilets clogged with clothes, and furniture accented with a permanent marker. Torn-up computer keyboards and torn-out hair, botched family photos, and mustard-covered treadmills—nothing is off limits to your darling, destructive offspring. So raise a broken glass and embrace the madness, because laughter is the only surefire way to keep your sh*t together.

By Julie Haas Brophy