I will do anything for my kids … except chaperone

Meatloaf once sang “I will do anything for love, but I won’t do that.” For me, “that” in regards to my children, means, “go on a field trip as a chaperone.” Since he could talk, Sam has been after me about being a chaperone on a field trip. Tomorrow, he has a field trip where…

When did straws become the enemy?

When did straws become so bad? I was just living my life, working, raising my family, paying $20 to have someone walk my dog around the block, forgetting to write thank you notes, and then I hear on the radio New York City is proposing a ban on plastic straws. (WNYC is really going to…

Stealth baby showering and the will of women

  Nat and I threw a baby shower today for our friend Jessie and her husband Marco. (Apparently, as this is their third, it should be known as a “baby sprinkle.” I did not know this was a real term? How am I even a real woman?) Baby showers (sprinkles?) aren’t really my thing, but…

No. More. Dry. Cleaning.

I was in a meeting last week and I looked down at my blazer (because blazers = profesh!) and noticed it was COVERED in dog hair. And maybe some dried yogurt stains. And maybe some dog hair actually IN the dried yogurt stains. And I kind of laughed and took it off and threw it…

Diary, May 6th: Things I forgot about

That we could go bike riding. Actually, I have always kind of forgotten about this. Because Sam never really rode a bike. He’s always been the tallest kid in the room and by the time he was mentally ready to ride a bike, he was too big for the bike for his age group (for…

Diary, April 16th: Leaving on a Jet Plane

I’m going on a week-long work trip, by far the longest I’ve ever left my little family and am feeling a variety of feelings (“feeling a variety of feelings” — how is that for good writing?).

Diary, April 12: Over everything

I want to set fire to my entire closet. I hate every single article of clothing I own. All my shoes. My socks. My underwear. Everything.