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?
“Don’t sweat the small stuff.” Is something you have never had to tell me. Small stuff? What the fuck is small stuff?
My kids are at the age where they ask questions they can’t google the answers to. It was like, the second they found google, they stopped needing me for shit.
Disclaimer: I’m going to write about being a sports mom. This is something you may or may not relate to, or find interesting. It also may or may not be a choice you’ve made for, or decided against, for your own family. Regardless, this is how we live our lives, and that is where the […]
Andy has been a coach for four years. When they first asked him to coach, assisting with Jude’s Catholic Youth Organization’s soccer team through our school, I was admittedly a little hurt.
I still get email pitches in my inbox every day. Do you want to try a sample pack of our latest diapers?
Gigi was born on this blog 8 years ago. How insane is that? She was born here and grew up here, and then in the last few years, I’ve stopped coming, and taken her (and Jude and Wyatt and Andy) away, and that’s unfair. Because they are really fucking amazing people. Like, I’m pretty damn […]
I can’t remember when I started playing with Barbies… I only remember playing with them way past the time it was considered cool.
We just got home from a week away at Disney World.