I’ve reached the point of no return in my Suburban Mom Journey.
It’s time for a facial hair revolution.
Here’s something to do with your hands instead of looking at your phone.
Your kids will spend hours in this thing. PRECIOUS HOURS.
Don’t click through unless you want to see photos of teeth.
Here is where my money goes.
Dollar dollar bills y’all.
This is the soundtrack to our lives as newfound shut-ins.
In which I write about my citrus-awakening.
I sometimes wonder how my mom did it. And by “it,” I mean parenting without the existence of Amazon Prime.
I bought an $800 mattress online without trying it out first. Here is what happened.