I want to be supermom. I can’t help but think in my mind that I have to be.

With Valentine’s Day quickly approaching, you might think that in light of my recent string of bad dates, I would spend it being cynical. Seriously – my most recent date asked me if I ever wondered why a man like him could get older and his metabolism never slows down and as I got older mine did. I wanted to say to him, Nope

It was exactly six years ago this week that I wrote a column about how my baby was turning one. Here I am writing about how this week he will be turning seven. My baby is going to be seven. How did that happen?

I am officially declaring Post-it Notes as one of the greatest inventions of all times. Let me rephrase that: It is the greatest invention for the trying-so-hard-to-be-fabulous forty-year old moms like me. Sometimes I feel as though I am losing brain cells as rapidly as I am gaining wrinkles!

Ask my children about my expectations when it comes to their grades, and they’ll tell you I am a mean mom. I expect them to do well in school and I’m not real lenient in that department. School is their job, just like going to work is mine.