I am all about maximizing time. And as a middle class American working mom, I have a lot of shit to do between wake up time and bedtime. Lately, my co-workers have been saying things like, "Dude. Your eyes are mad red." And, "you always look so tired." And, "wow. The way the light is reflecting ...
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 ...
My hair. It's been a disaster since I had kids. Til recently, I had what is kindly referred to as "combination hair.". That's bullshit for hair that doesn't have a game plan. Some was curly, some was straight. Some was bi-curious. It all depended on which section of my disproportionally small head you were looking at. And what stage ...
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 ...
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