Tag Archives: Mom

Skate or Die

I went to the skating rink recently with my kids. The PTA at our school is made up of a lot of college professors and that means they are like geniuses. And so they have the PTA meeting AT THE SKATING RINK, which is genius. Kids skate. PTA ptas. I don’t usually make it to

Gotta Go: Tales from the John

They (whoever they are) say that you spend like a quarter of your life in the bathroom. I’m not sure if that includes the time spent taking your small children to the bathroom. That may bump it up to more like 3/4 of your life. What I do know is that we spend a lot

Give Me My Freakin’ Cheese

The whole, “Who Moved My Cheese Thing,” really irritates to me. Now understand that I haven’t actually read the book and rumor is you can’t judge one by its cover. But here’s the deal. Doesn’t this presuppose that there is something wrong with ME because I’m pissed that SOMEONE ELSE moved my cheese? Why is

Oh Sister: The Outtakes

One of the funniest parts about the whole needing someone to go to breastfeeding class in case my sister is too overwhelmed to remember anything the day of delivery (besides that) was my Mom. Apparently Erin did not know that she was a formula baby. We all were. My Mom cut her baby feeding teeth

Dear Nola

Dear Nola, You were born on a beautiful Sunday 7 years ago today. It was 4 weeks earlier than I expected you to show up. And really you’ve done things on your own time since then. We spent the day before you were born at the county fair, where I somehow convinced your Dad to