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Unsung Heroes of Bed-Making
Moms get a lot of play in the media. From Tiger moms to slacker moms. French moms to moms who breastfeed until the kid is old enough to ask for the car keys. Moms get play in the media because … Continue reading
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How Monday Killed Tuesday, Then Wore Tuesday’s Skin Silence-of-the-Lambs-style, Just So It Could Catch Me Unawares (or How I Got Coffee on the Ceiling).
I was walking through the hall, holding a mug of coffee, when it happened. I paused to tap on the closed bathroom door, to make sure my oldest, Type A, was going to the bathroom, and not giving herself premature … Continue reading
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Kerstin went to a nice Christmas party & all I got were these HEEElarious texts
Personally, I am deeply thankful that Kerstin and I are not famous. If anyone ever hacked our phones, and got a hold of our text conversations, they would be convinced that two 10-yr-old boys had gotten ahold of their moms’ … Continue reading
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I vant to be alone
Ever found your keys in the fridge? Yeah, me too. Moms feel like our brains shrink when we have kids. We feel so spacey, and air-headed, and we put our canned goods in the freezer and the milk in the … Continue reading
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That’s the sound of the Mom (HUH!) workin’ on the chain…. gaaa-eee-aaang….
Had myself a little breakdown last night after The Boy spilled his blue coconut slushy all over the freezer, down the front of the fridge, under the fridge, and all over the kitchen floor. Jebus, it was pathetic. I was … Continue reading
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Man, this shit sneaks up on you…
I just found this in an old file. I am no longer 38 *sob* I just turned 40. But it’s still frighteningly appropriate. More appropriate, really. *SIGH* (And thanks to Little White Lion for the great pics ) I got … Continue reading
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39 for EVAH!!!
Ima make 40 ma bitch I turned 40 this morning at 12:30 am–EASTERN Time. That’s actually 9:30 pm Pacific Time. I toasted myself and flipped off the clock, the calendar, and the universe in general. Mostly, of course, I want to … Continue reading
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Did June Cleaver ever feel like a failure?
I may be opening myself up to a beating from the feminists, but please bear with me. I’ve been thinking a lot about how much being a wife and mother has changed within the past few decades. I am going … Continue reading
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Yes, Offspring, you MAY have a Happy Meal goddamnit
The older I get, the more I realize how many of us feel like we’re putting up a front, and we desperately hope we won’t get found out. As I said recently on our FB page, if Dr. Phil put … Continue reading
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Just call a douche a douche
There is something I’d like to get off my ample chest. Something that pervades our culture, and that I am curious about: Why is “pussy” the absolute worst insult* that can be hurled at a man? A pussy is a … Continue reading