The worst part of being a stay-at-home mother is the fear of being alone when something goes down. In my case, my husband works about an hour away, so when the business goes down, I have to wait at least 60 minutes before my knight in shining armor can come get me.
Brian has been instructed to do a morning death call. Each day if he hasn...
Benson is very secure in his masculinity, despite bouncing the day away in a pink chair, falling asleep snuggled in a plush, pink fleece blankie, or playing with his sister.
It could also be that Benny is only 6 months old and doesn’t know how to find his nose, so why would he care what color his toys are? The fact of the matter is,...
Overboard is an understatement. Last year I spend hundreds, HUNDREDS on Christmas. A foolish thing to do since my then 20-month-old opened a few gifts then got distracted by shiny, intact toys yet to be molested by her destructive hand. Scarlett just wanted to play with her new doll house and kitchen, who gives a damn about dolls, clothes and...
I thought that when I donned a cap and gown, it would be the end of the phrase “talking crap.” High school fights usually stemmed from this eloquent epithet.
Boy, was I wrong. Talking crap happens more often in motherhood circles than it did by the lockers of Northridge High. What’s worse, topics aren’t much different than those I had as...
According to various studies, my husband should be a real dumb ass. Instead, he’s just finished his master’s in aerospace engineering, (so proud) deciphering symbols like: ∑, ∫, and ∆. I scraped by algebra with a D, thanks to the teachers who took pity on me because of the lost look permanently etched on my face. I’m still...
