Fraternal Order of Hungry Babies, Local 524

Dear Madam,

Here at the Fraternal Order of Hungry Babies, Local 524, we take our duty to represent the interests of our members very seriously. As the Main Operations Manager (“Mom”) of the establishment located at xxxxxxxxxxxxx xx, we are writing to you today in order to inform you that an anonymous source…


…ahem, anonymous source


Has filed an open access complaint with us that requires your immediate attention. Our client alleges that certain discoveries brought to light by his recent acquisition of object permanence cognitive skills have alerted him to a series of grave injustices perpetrated against him, and by extension, the FOHB, over the past eight months. Specifically, he has realized that the two primary distribution centers responsible for saving his life from starvation on a regular basis, do not disappear between meals and are, in fact, available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Denying access to them at any time, regardless of how recently they may have been in use, is a grievous injury against our client’s person and we present the following resolutions for your immediate implementation:

RESOLVED. The barbaric practice of “sleeping through the night” is hereby banned. Mom shall be available to feed our client regularly, regardless of the alleged status of the “clock.” We reject this linear notion of feeding time, and request a more wibbly wobbly approach to timely wimely hunger management.

RESOLVED. We will allow the continued presence of other foods, particularly those delicious carrots, with the understanding that you are not fooling anyone anymore by storing them in “cabinets” and “freezers.” We are onto you, and we are watching.

RESOLVED. While the Director of Activities & Diapers (“Dad”), has displayed an admirable tendency to assume that our client is hungry at all times, Mom has been known to try to deflect these indicators of imminent starvation with tactics such as providing toys or reading stories instead of immediately producing food for our client. While we remain big fans of Perfect Piggies, and can sympathize with our client’s excitement at being able to ride his very own motorcycle

(note: add “motorcycle riding” to next committee meeting agenda), we must request that you immediately desist use of these tactics and solely respond to any type of noise our client makes with food, glorious food.

We thank you for your assistance in this matter. Our client’s complaint will remain on file, any further infractions on your part will be managed by a jury of our client’s peers – may God have mercy on your soul.

Yours respectfully,

Fraternal Order of Hungry Babies, Local 524

Members of Review Committee: Michael, Sammy, Rosabella, Landon, Lily, and our anonymous plaintiff. Who would really like a snack when you’re finished reading this.


6 thoughts on “Fraternal Order of Hungry Babies, Local 524

  1. Oh Shanna, for me it hasn’t gotten any easier 😦 But it has become easier to tolerate! I still have (many!) mornings when I cry on my way to work because I only got to see my son for 5 minutes before I had to leave (I have to be at work very early). And every afternoon, I’m out the door as soon as I’m allowed, never staying a moment longer than I absolutely have to. Barring emergencies, I refuse conferences after regular hours because in my mind, that’s the point every day in which I cease being a counselor, and fall back into my role as a parent. And I have a whole different set of responsibilities when the clock strikes 3:30. The counselor hat comes off, and the mommy hat goes on. So at 3:30, I fly to my car and race to pick up my son. And every traffic light, every slow car in front of me, causes turmoil because I know that I have 3 hours to spend with my son before it’s time for bed. And part of that time has to be spent preparing dinner because damned if my family hasn’t decided that they like to eat every day! And on the days when I have to stay home because my child is sick, I feel so guilty about missing work. And on the days when my son is sick and I leave him home with his daddy because I just can’t miss another day of work, I feel like a terrible mom. I love my job, I feel like I make a difference. But yes, I feel ya–sometimes I wonder what kind of difference I’m not making in my son’s life. He’s happy, he’s not suffering. But could I could give him better (maybe I could, but I also couldn’t offer him a roof over his hand or health insurance…so there’s that)?

    But recently I’ve learned to describe myself not as a working mom, but as a mom who works. Mom always comes first. And that really helps me put it into perspective so that I can remind myself that, yes my job is important. But it is absolutely not as important as my family.

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