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 →
I came across the word "lustrum" today - It means "a period of 5 years." There is more to it of course - ancient Roman's preforming a census followed by purification rituals every 5 years and the word over time... Continue Reading →
Picture a woman walking towards you in Target. She's pushing a cart. Inside the cart is a young boy, kindergarten age sitting quietly. Outside the cart is a 3 year old screaming, 'I don't WANT to WALK!" He is walking... 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.
I recently became the owner of a very super extra cool teeshirt from http://www.theindiebird.com. The tee features a sound of music style Julie Andrews, arms outstretched on the hill - with the caption, "This is me not caring." And in... Continue Reading →
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.
This past weekend my little family of four adventured out to a Home Improvement store to pick out some new light fixtures for the boys bedrooms. As has become our regular routine for outings such as these, my husband shopped, my... Continue Reading →
Back before I had children I used to think that I would be the type of mom who got shit handled. Kids weren't an excuse to lose yourself, right? I subscribed to the school of thought that the best parents... Continue Reading →
It's near. I feel the change. I can see it coming faster and faster. In some ways it reminds me of so many previous big life changes. Time has a way of going quicker towards the end. In college for... Continue Reading →