I had a lightbulb moment last week. I was being interviewed on a local radio show by two guys – one who admittedly had no children and one who looked about twelve years old. I thought it was going to be the Working Mommies educational hour. Well it turns out the twelve year old was […] Read more…
It happened when my oldest son, Jack, was five years old. I knew it was coming and already knew what I was going to say. I had just given him a consequence (which means I took his iPad away from him) for some bad behavior (not listening to me, not doing what I asked him […] Read more…
“Let’s ride our bicycles around the block in our pajamas before we go to bed!” Said no working mom ever. Okay maybe there is an outlier but I’m going with pretty much no. But this is exactly what my friend, Lori’s, fun loving, spontaneous husband said to their three kids before bedtime recently. As a […] Read more…
I love Jesus. My former hippie Agnostic mother and Atheist father are pretty horrified. I, however, remain undeterred. I am deeply in love with Jesus because I believe he is the original badass. Let’s review, shall we? Jesus never hung out with the upper class, the cool kids, nor the powerful. He connected with lepers, […] Read more…
One lovely spring day my then six and eight year old sons were playing with children we knew when they came racing in the house to tell me that something “really bad” had happened. As a mom of boys most “really bad” things in my nice-suburban-gated-community can be handled with a benevolent smile, an airing of […] Read more…
I freaking love my children’s school. As a working mom living within a tight personal budget I am so grateful that I have an amazing public school run by an exceptional principal, a PTO that works their butts off to keep things like the library open and the lights on, and a cadre of volunteers […] Read more…
I’ve been feeling as if I’ve been losing my mind lately. And not in the awesome late eighties Prince “let’s go crazy” kind if way but the Julianne Moore “Still Alice” scary version. I went to see my doctor about this a year or so ago. Because not only am I losing my mind but […] Read more…
Friday night at the Corning household means a lazy night kicking it with my husband and my seven and nine year old sons. It is Nirvana. It is what I look forward to all work week. So this Friday when my sons both lobbied hard for a sleep-over at neighbor’s I was, well, totally freaking bummed. Which kind […] Read more…
My boys and I were hanging out at our friends house two weeks ago when tragedy hit. We had lost track of time (by “we” I mean me and by “lost-track” I mean I purposefully forgot to watch the clock – don’t judge) and weren’t going to be able to make it in time to see the […] Read more…
This is what my husband texted to me when my seven-year-old came home with his graded project. To be fair, it took a village. I spent a weekend researching online with my son the sorts of projects that he’d not only be interested in but didn’t involve too much complexity, then spent a day running […] Read more…