I’m not in any danger of anyone calling me a prude. I laugh at inappropriate jokes, I am wildly sarcastic, and I have such thick skin it takes me a really long time to realize someone actually doesn’t like me (hard to believe but yes, I am not everyone’s cup of tea). I bartended my […] Read more…
That’s it? I blinked and it was over. The day when my children told me and made me gifts that extolled the awesomeness that is my motherhood is done? Already? Sigh. I’ve got to say that I’m going to need more than a once a year acknowledgement of the herculean effort that is my life as […] Read more…
Keeping the schedules of me, my husband, and our two sons straight is like having to complete a 1,000 piece jig saw puzzle. While canoeing. In the open ocean. During a hurricane. Just kidding it’s way harder than that. Every Sunday night (don’t judge, I do wait until the last minute) I pull up my […] Read more…
have two sons, two rescue dogs and a husband. I am the only living thing producing estrogen in my house. Up until recently I had managed to keep the hormonal balance pretty even—or so I thought. My illusion came crashing down around me two years ago when I showed my son a picture of a […] Read more…
My parents are my saviors when it comes to helping me with my children. They pick them up twice a week from school, are always up for babysitting duty and school vacations – they have them covered. I swear I’m not trying to suck up to them (okay maybe a little) but they are seriously […] Read more…
In the year of a working mother I’d say December is the equivalent of competing in an Ironman triathlon. Holiday cards, family photo shoots for the holiday cards which require hour of shopping for coordinating but not matchy-matchy outfits, decorating the house, holiday parties, cookie bakes, presents – for friends, for family, for kids, for […] Read more…
I ran a 200 miles relay race as part of a twelve person team this week. I slept a total of three hours in 36 hours – and I’m being generous here. Even this meager amount of sleep was possible only because one of my superpowers is that I can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, under any […] Read more…
When I originally thought of writing this blog I almost titled it: My Son is an A**hole. There are times when my son literally pushes me to the edge. He makes me feel like I am living with a ten-year-old Donald Trump. He’s a pushy, demanding, entitled, know-it-all. He’s loud and relentless. He drives me […] Read more…
I was out to dinner with some girlfriends when the topic turned to birth control methods – you know because chicks talk about everything. My sweet and always well-mannered friend (think Charlotte from Sex in the City) informed me that she knew I was taking the pill because my eight-year-old son Sam had told her […] Read more…
About two years a mom of two in my office raved to me in the hallway about how she had recently bought a Groupon for a professional organizer and that it had changed her life. A married male colleague with three children and a stay at home wife overheard our conversation and with an amused […] Read more…