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?

I survived an over-the-top baby shower… thanks to a Hollywood stylist.