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…
Tag: humor
I can’t clean: A memoir
I’ve written on this blog before about how I’m not the cleanest person. And I’m beginning to see it’s because I’m not very good at cleaning. Today, when Kit was napping, I saw E (my Friday helper) clean the kitchen, vacuum the floors, do all the dishes, and straighten up the playroom. In that hour,…
If I had a conversation with aliens about Cake Smash
Alien: What is this thing called a ‘Cake Smash’? Me: Well, it’s this thing where Moms (always the mom) purchase a small-yet-expensive custom-made cake for their 1-year-old’s birthday. They then put their baby with the cake in front of a specially-purchased back drop. Then a professional photographer takes photos of the baby eating the cake, sans utensils. Alien: Is that…
Diary, June 6: The calm family edition
Nat and I were remarking that we’re pretty calm parents (we realized this after hanging out with some parents who particularly weren’t).
The Tankini Files 