Unsubscribe? Yes Please!
What on earth is going on with spam titles? Today’s Inbox: Depressed? Free Maid Service! Looking For a New Mate? Overweight? Love Blueberries? Depressed Im writing back! Depressed? -Naah, didnt get much sleep last night because my sons woke up at 11pm and played superheroes, and then my pager went off, and Im a little whiney. But not really depressed depressed. In a grumpy mood, a little PMSish, but – no – not depressed. Free Maid Service! – Yep. Ill take that!
We’re in the Money!
Were In The Money! Well, sort of. My daughter came home all excited yesterday saying, Peter gave me fifty bucks! Me: Oh, thats cute. Is it a picture or Monopoly money? My girl: No, mom a real fifty Me: No, really? Show me. Fifty Bucks, MoneyShe continues, He gave it to me because he likes me. Me: Ohhh. Honey. You did nothing wrong. But I have to call Peters mom because we have to give it back, and his mom needs to know he gave it to you.
That Mom
When my first set of twins was born seven years ago, I was super-duper organized. I was That Mom – the one you hate because she sent her birth announcements out before the babies were a week old (with pictures). The one who made homemade baby food, took and sent out pictures of every baby moment, and had the perfectly adorable nursery decor and coordinating twin outfits (with bows) for every occasion. I would have really annoyed the me of today.