Blackmail works. I think there should be an entire chapter on blackmail in those parenting books.
 

He’s going to be Minister for Magic, and there’ll be articles in The Daily Prophet about Minister Weasley’s crazy, hairy-legged mother.

I feel I may be going down a dark road...

Nobody puts Rose-and-baby in the corner.

Really, my parents did a rubbish job with me. They should be ashamed of themselves.

He continues looking at me for a moment. “I really don’t get your sense of humour sometimes,” he concludes.

Forget pink feather boas and ‘L’ plates – we have ham and cheese sandwiches.

Men are definitely overrated.
 

That would seriously depress me if a Muggle learned to apparate before I do.

I suppose no woman really wants to be like their mother, especially if their mother is a first class geek with bad hair.

Even if today wasn’t the day I could potentially lose my son, I’m pretty sure I’d be depressed anyway about turning another year older.

Staying at the empty flat just depresses and angers me, and since I’m already an angry person in general, I don’t think it’ll be too long before I snap and murder somebody. I hope it’s Molly.

In what demented twist of fate did I end up on Daisy’s side in all of this?
 

When Sybill Trelawney made a prediction that one person must die at the hand of another, for neither can live while the other survives, she must have been talking about James Potter and me.
 

I invented awkward.
 

 I'm a grown up!

I did not see this coming. 

 Classic Rose Weasley.

 Harry Potter might be good at saving the world, but he did a rather awful job of procreating.