This month - May - is National Tennis Mom's Month. At least that's what the USTA says, and since May is Mother's Day, it makes sense. I am a tennis mom. I drive my kids hundreds of miles a week, spend close to $2000 a month, and live my life on the sidelines as my… Continue reading My Kids’ Sports Are Starting To Drive Me Insane
There's been a refreshing and, simultaneously, not-so-refreshing trend this last week or two on the Internet, and that is that people have stopped talking about the demise of American society and values as we knew them pre-Trump, and moved back to the ol' getting offended at everything on the Internet. I say it's refreshing because… Continue reading Let’s Just All Simmer The Frick Down
For two weeks, now, I've had a shocking revelation rise to the surface of my brain at least once a day. I mean I'll just be going about my business when suddenly it hits and I'm like OH MY GOD THIS IS REAL. Just now, I had it again. I was wrapping Christmas gifts, getting… Continue reading So I Guess I Have Three Kids Now
By "lost" I mean that I gave them the boot. They were all family. My husband's family, to be specific. I have an anxiety disorder. It's mostly hormonal at this point, but the more I deal with it the more I realize it's also situational. Situational in the sense that I feel a huge conflict… Continue reading I Lost 31 Facebook Friends Today Because I Posted About My Anxiety Disorder
Peegate. If you are thinking that I'm talking about urine. Human waste. Pee. Pee pee. Wee wee. A scandal about wee wee of Watergate proportions. You would be correct. Today we had tennis lessons in the morning for the kids. After getting them there, my husband and I decided to run home and throw dinner… Continue reading Peegate
And even then, it nearly killed me. I don't mean that it was dangerous or wracked with mishap that could have severed my head or anything. I mean I hated doing it so much, I could have died. I literally could have died. Literally. Not figuratively, like a spiritual death. I mean laid down on… Continue reading I Did One DIY Project For Easter. One. Not Twelve. Not Twenty. Just One.
Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one. I've said many versions of that over the course of the years writing on this blog. And in life, in general. It's probably one of the only cliches I can really get on board with. I'm just not a big fan of them - at least as far… Continue reading I Am – At My Core – A Sanctimommy.