All by myself….
What is more expensive than having a child? Taking said child to the ER, of course!
Anxiety is the thing with … no feathers.
Welp, kids, it was a good run.
You, too, can look super profesh by writing on the back of various condolence cards!
Thanks for lugging our crap, honey!
But friends: My house. Oh my god, the house.
Some feedback would be nice for all the never-ending work you put into this thing we call parenting.
(Don’t tell anyone.)
I could face my dad dying because I didn’t have a choice. But I can hardly handle the kindness shown by people; the loveliness is too much to bear.
My friend has a bar in her basement.* One night, we were hanging around and talking, sipping on a few Kahlua Mudslides (as you do in a basement bar in the suburbs), and we talked about the challenges of being working mothers. And my friend said, “If I really let myself think about being away from…
Here are a few Dr. Seuss Days parents would wholeheartedly take part in.