I can no longer take Advil. Or vitamins. Or shave off my pubic hair. As of this morning, I have to stop having sex and wearing lotion. I’ve spent a lot of time looking at scribbled drawings of my vagina, bladder, urethra, and uterus on various packets of paper. I was sitting in the chair […]
I have that flu you get when you overextend yourself saying yes to things you have no business saying yes to because you are a foaming-at-the-mouth control monster with a martyrdom fetish.
I don’t know why we don’t make a bigger deal out of the transition from a kid sitting in the backseat to the front. We celebrate every other milestone with Pinterest parties and YouTube videos, why are we not at least making cakes for this?
“Remember to be safe, okay?” Andy leaned over and kissed me in the dark at 4:30am. He was on his way to work, I was laying in bed for another hour or so, before getting up, getting the boys to school, and then heading out on a seven hour road trip with Gigi. Remembering to […]
“Don’t sweat the small stuff.” Is something you have never had to tell me. Small stuff? What the fuck is small stuff?
So, podcasts are having a moment. (Thank god.)
Jorts is such an ugly term. It conjures up visions of dads in white socks with velcro sandals, cell phones clipped to their belts, waiting in line for churros at a theme park.
Is anyone else absolute shit at quitting things?
So, I made a fucking vision board. It was like a craft project, which I’ve never really had the patience for. Ask that “scrapbook” over there. I had grand plans to do one for every kid and their first few years of life, but as of right now, it’s just a bunch of poorly at-home […]
Sunday I will be sleeping in a different bedroom in a different house, and when I refer to the room and the bed I’m presently typing from, I will call it “old bedroom.”