We used to be tight. Close-knit. We understood one another. And then I got to high school and everything changed. There was a distance between us, unspoken but obvious. I tried to pretend like nothing was wrong, but night after night, I cried to my dad that I just didn't understand why things had to ... » Learn More about What Does One Billion Look Like?
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Preparing the “Big” Kids for D-Day
When my daughter was born, my son wasn't yet 2-years-old. He was basically clueless when it came to my big belly, and as far as he was concerned, his special sleepover at Grandma and Pap's the night I gave birth to his sister, was just that: a sleepover. The first few months were a bit challenging ... » Learn More about Preparing the “Big” Kids for D-Day
The Walk of Shame
Yesterday around 11am, I started to feel...funny. Lower back pains, cramping in my belly--you know, in labor kind of funny. I put my husband on alert at work and went about the rest of my day as normal: dropped the boy off at pre-school, got the girl down for her nap, and settled in at my computer ... » Learn More about The Walk of Shame
I Got a Spray Tan. With My Mother.
Did you know that spray tans are now done one-on-one? Like, the days of you being alone in a shower-esque room with nozzles squirting you are gone. In their place is a perky, 20-something blonde who strips you down to your glory and asks you to rearrange your thigh fat for optimal spraying. Oh, ... » Learn More about I Got a Spray Tan. With My Mother.
Oversharing: And That Was All.
It has been a loooong time since I've written something just for fun, and today is the day we get back to our roots. Back to our dysfunctionally fun Oversharing roots. Granted, I didn't write today's post, Jen from Real Life Parenting did, but it's a story that could have just as easily happened to ... » Learn More about Oversharing: And That Was All.
Explaining Fire Safety To Your Sensitive Kid
Reddish orange tongues licked the black sky. The smoke, a thick blanket of suffocation. Sirens and lights, people gathering, the news report the following day. It happened so quickly. It could have been our house, but it wasn't. This time. ... » Learn More about Explaining Fire Safety To Your Sensitive Kid
Freckles & Curse Words
In my current very pregnant state, one could accurately describe my emotional well-being as fragile. Iffy. Psychotic. I don't pretend to be stable right now; the tears fall when I repeatedly drop my razor in the shower, and the curse words fly when the dogs lick the sliding glass door I just ... » Learn More about Freckles & Curse Words
Potty Training’s Got Nothin’ On Us…
...except maybe that whole consistency thing. ... » Learn More about Potty Training’s Got Nothin’ On Us…
Husband: WTF?
Even though Facebook continues to be a thorn in the side of bloggers everywhere, I'm holding out hope that my pals and I will be given Mark Zuckerturd's blessing to rant, rave, and laugh as per our usual. Especially because I've started a new "trend" (in quotation marks because I believe a trend ... » Learn More about Husband: WTF?
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
Growing up, I never missed an episode of Mister Roger's Neighborhood. His adorable cardigan sweaters, the whistling trolley, and Daniel Tiger were the fabric of my childhood. I learned words like empathy and patience, and took trips to crayon factories without ever leaving my living room. ... » Learn More about Won’t You Be My Neighbor?