I’m not a big talk radio person (except one time on a road trip home from camp, I called into Dr. Laura’s show and I actually got on. And it was my first time calling–and my first time listening! I didn’t really like her or her crappy advice but I did made her admit that I was a fun caller.)
Anyway, I’m not a big talk radio person. The other day, though, one of my friends told me to listen to Dennis Prager on AM 1400 so I did.
Do you know who Dennis Prager is? Keep reading this post »
Since my daughter started kindergarten I haven’t exactly gone out of my way to meet the parents of the other kids—not because I’m shy, but because I suck. There are a few moms, however, that I have become friendly with. I met one early in the school year. She came up to me and complimented my purse. She is my favorite.
Not too long ago, she told me something that really upset me. Keep reading this post »
What’s so ironic about this blog is that I’m writing it so my girls have something of “me” when they get older, but, at the same time, I never have any time to write in it because I’m so busy with them.
Right now, they are at swim lessons with Cody (my husband), so it looks like I have a few hours of free time on my hands. Yay for me! There is a part of me that wishes I was at swim lessons too, but pools kind of gross me out—especially indoor pools. They smell funky and they’re full of chemicals and seriously…why don’t you just pee ON me? I know everyone in the pool is peeing in it. They do. You probably do.
So, because of that, Cody goes to swim lessons.
Anyway, I was at lunch the other day with my girlfriend, Caren, and we somehow started discussing a topic that I want to make sure I touch on for my girls. We were discussing how hard it is to just accept people for who they are even though we know it’s the right thing to do and, in the end, it’s so much easier. Keep reading this post »
If you’re going to be a parent, you’re going to be tired.
If you’re going to be a good parent, you’re going to be exhausted. Keep reading this post »
This past September, both of my girls started at new schools. “Sweet Pea” started kindergarten and ”Lovey” started pre-school. These are big steps in their little lives. Who would have thought that out of the three of us, I would be the one having the hardest time? Keep reading this post »
Since my girls and I spend our summers at Camp Tanuga, away from friends and family, there is nothing better than getting a care package from home. Unfortunately, while there is nothing better than getting a package, there is nothing worse than trying to get my kids to send a thank you note. Keep reading this post »
The girl who cuts my hair, “AngG,” has twin daughters that are a year older than Lovey. (Lovey is almost three). I was in a few days ago for a little cut and color and AngG told me some crazy story about her friend “Lucy.” Lucy had a boyfriend that sexually violated Lucy’s little girl.
Yes, I was as sick and sad about it as you are now.
But it got me wondering: Keep reading this post »
Do you have a kid (or kids) who are still too little to read?
Do you find yourself bored and annoyed with explaining the same things over and over again?
If you answered YES to both of the above questions, I have something for you to try: Keep reading this post »
It seems that whenever I voice a concern about my kids, there is almost always someone who feels the need to weigh in with the following response:
“Oh, just wait. That is NOTHING… Just wait until she hits (fill in whatever age their kid is), because that’s way worse!”
I hate that. Keep reading this post »
One night, many years ago, the mom of an old boyfriend told me that she hated the off-white pants her husband was wearing. I often looked to her for advice on various subjects so I figured I‘d seize the opportunity. I wanted to know: What do you do if your husband wears something that you REALLY don’t like? I mean, I know we’re supposed to love and accept them for who they are, but come on…we have to BE with them, right?
So, what do you do? Keep reading this post »
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