We’re in the thick of summer camp season at the moment.
Tag: kids
Diary, February 12: Puke at the trampoline park
In which we try to kill a few hours in a vomit-filled trampoline park. As you do.
Summer is killing me
I’m so over applying sunblock.
Work notes on condolence cards
You, too, can look super profesh by writing on the back of various condolence cards!
Things are out of control. Help!
But friends: My house. Oh my god, the house.
Diary, March 14th: Snow day edition
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…
Note to self: Don’t sit down
Sometimes in the early evening I find myself sitting down.
This is dumb.
I called a Nordstrom personal shopper
I need clothing.
Diary, Aug. 4: The tiny shirt edition
Husbands be putting babies into too-tiny t-shirts.
When you take your baby to the liquor store
There is nothing more wholesome-looking than a sweet little baby being pushed around on top of 20 bottles of wine.
I’m at peak throwing shit away
Sorry, Earth.
July 11 diary: The biting edition
So, when do we fill out the police report?
The Tankini Files 