My kids are Artistes. With a capital A. They draw and draw and draw and draw until we have absolutely no more paper. Or whole crayons. Or useable markers. Because as we all know, Artistes are very hard on their supplies. But, like all good, on their game mommies, I have a plan B. When we run out ...
Dear Feff, This past week you lost your first tooth, got your first fat lip, and you...er...turned six. Even though I expressly told you not to. Even though you and I had a deal. I mean, I allowed you to turn five last year, after all. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll always be your baby." As if. So you're six. And ...
It was pouring out when I woke up this morning. I rolled my eyes immediately. Know why? Because rain (any inclement weather really) is like the biggest fuck you there is to working moms. Or at least to urban working moms. (What I wouldn't give for an attached garage on those days!) As if school/work mornings aren't complicated enough, ...
I've decided I'm not going to yell in the mornings. I'm going to feign happiness. I'm going to channel my inner Morning Person. I'm going to be the bigger person in power struggles with my three year old. (Yes, I realize he's a mere three apples high. But believe me when I say that the size ...
I have this problem. I can't get my ass out of bed in the mornings. I try, but I fall back to sleep. Ok, to be perfectly candid, sleep is like crack to me. I savor it. Even now that my kids are sleeping through the night. I just can't get enough. This ...
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