Let's just get a couple of things straight right now. 1. Wake up time is 7am. Not 5:55. Not 6:15. Not 6:38. 7. 7 goddammit. Before 7? There will be no banging on shit or yelling or stampeding up and down the stairs like a herd of rhinoceri. Before 7? My time. After 7? I've had my coffee ...
It's the American way, right? The old Protestant work ethic that has hemorrhaged it's way into the lives of us 99 percenters? But, acknowledgement, recognition, kudos for a job well done...it's nice to hear, isn't it? I expect perfection from myself (I'd be a pretty shitty Type A otherwise), but I must say I'm always pleasantly surprised ...
Him: Mommy, why do people smoke? (Damn you, too-cool-for-school hipster Williamsburg transplants. Must you move to Park Slope? Must you walk our way? I'm just trying to get my kids to school here...) Me: Because they are addicted to a chemical called nicotine. You know how sometimes you feel like you really need ice cream? (Ice cream has ...
Last year, I worked 24 hours a week. I dropped my kids at school at 7, picked them up at 3, hung out with them every afternoon, gave them dinner and baths and then put them to bed at 7:30. Wednesdays, I was with them all day. This year, I work 45 hours a week. I ...
My boys are four and six. They are 25 months apart. My six year old is huge. My four year old is small. My six year old is in a public kindergarten. My four year old is in a private daycare. My four year old wants to be my six year old. My six year ...
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