Like Fight Club (where the first rule is to not talk about Fight Club), Mom Club has a cardinal rule. First rule of Mom Club: You do not brag about your child on the Internet. Second Rule of Mom Club:... Continue Reading →
Most of the nation is flipping their lids over today's Solar eclipse but I am over here in 63% visibility land flipping the toilet lid down on another successful potty from my youngest. To many, this historic Eclipse was the... Continue Reading →
I've always been a bit emotional when it comes to endings. I am the mom who got choked up when their child outgrew the Gymboree class. And I got the down faced blues when we decided to pull the plug on swim classes because "he'll miss all his friends!" Spoiler alert: He was 3. He missed NO ONE. I surprised myself with how I managed through my son's preschool graduation without shedding a tear but on the other hand I only took about 3057 photos so I don't know if that really qualifies as "keeping my cool." And today I am here lamenting a stroller.
Dear world, I am here. I am frazzled. I am confused. I keep forgetting today is Wednesday . But I'm here. Call me absent minded. Call me a hot mess. Just don't call me on the phone, ok? Text me. And then text me again if you haven't heard from me in 24 hours because the odds are that I saw your text, composed a response in my head and then clicked my mental "done" box before actually sending (or typing out) said text.