Tag: Mom Life

The Case For Getting Rid Of Public Libraries

This is going to be an incredibly unpopular post if you read just the title. But hear me out. I think it’s time to get rid of public libraries, on the whole. Just chuck ’em in the trash. Close them all. And – here’s the critical part: start over. My

It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like F&ck This

Sorry for that whole censorship ‘o’ the title thing, but a lot of times blog posts won’t make it into email boxes if they have swear-y words in the title. Fortunately that doesn’t apply to the content. So here we go. It’s beginning to look at a lot like FUCK

I’m A Stay At Home Mom Because It’s Too Costly To Not Be

I woke up this morning with a start, realizing it is November 2nd and the gas bill was due two days ago. I’ve been so swamped lately, it just slipped my mind. This was the last of the bills to go on autopay, I just hadn’t gotten around to setting

It’s Pumpkin Spice Equinox, Bitches.

I am literally shitting pumpkin spiced foods and beverages out my ears at this point, that is how much I am up in this fall business. I have been for weeks. Every year, I find myself here. Writing a blog post about how fucking fabulous fall is. Others have done

Yo, Privileged Guy At The Tennis Courts

This is for you. The other day I was sitting at the tennis courts where my kids were attending a group clinic. I was sitting in the chairs that border the courts. You know, seating for human beings. There were two other mothers there. We were – like – just

The Russians Interfered With My Dog’s Mayoral Campaign (and I couldn’t even make this up if I tried)

To say I have had a weird summer so far is a gross understatement of the situation at hand. My summer has been so strange, with odd events, weird injuries, and zany outcomes, I’m sort of just hanging on to anything not moving to ride this out for the last

We Need To Discuss Your Summer Plans

“Summer plans,” or – as I like to call them – “just another group of months with the same old shit only hotter” are steadfastly approaching, and I feel like we need to discuss them. We were at the doctor the other day, my 15 year old was having her

We Are Putting Too Much Responsibility On Our Kids

I have three kids. Most of you know this, if you are new to my blog …well now you know. Two are girls, aged 15 and 11. And my one boy is 2. My 15 year old has been gearing up to get her drivers permit this fall, and thinking

Wine Is No Longer A Part of My Narrative

I remember the general time period when I started to question whether or not my husband and I were drinking too much, too often. It wasn’t one incident in particular, rather a group of them. It was Easter Sunday several years ago when I walked into a back room at

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