Can someone please tell me when kids’ birthday parties became mandatory reason for parents to have a carnival in their backyard?
The day I’d been dreading since I became a mom has finally come and gone. It took me two years to get there (as that’s the age of my oldest), but I’m now here. I’m okay, minus some shots to my ego and a few silly tears I shed just to release the feeling. I’m told that most mostly-stay-at-home moms (and totally-stay-at-home-moms) go through this.
Are you “political?” I’m not. Never have been. I’ve voted in every election since I turned 18, but I’m not “political.” (I’ll admit, the most riveting thing I’ve done recently to affect society is expose hidden germs on TV).
What do you do for fun?
Shout out for summertime! How many moms wear bikinis? Raise your hand. How many moms wear bikinis that tie at the hips and back and neck, and wear these little sexy stringy numbers in front of their kids, their kids’ friends and their kids’ friends’ parents?
I survived an over-the-top baby shower… thanks to a Hollywood stylist.
WARNING: Pregnant women around the world might want to gag me and lock me in a closet after reading this, but I can’t hold it in any longer. What is up with the obsession of getting a Push-Present?
Ah, the indoor play-gym. Wild colors. Bouncy things. Countless ways to lose yourself in all-things-kiddie. They seem to be popping up everywhere I turn (or maybe I’m just noticing them more). But if I may offer some wacky advice to moms who just might have the same twisted outlook on life as myself – If you see one, RUN AWAY! Run far, far away.
Who’s a mean mommy? Me. And I’m kinda happy about it.
Irecently hit a new low (or high, depending on how you look at it). I smuggled the last half of a margarita out of a Mexican restaurant after my one-year-old’s restless tantrum at the table forced my husband and me to make a swift and early exit.