My “Class Mom” Aspirations
Last year when my son Jonah asked me to be the class mom, I responded but Im your mom sweetie, I dont need to be the class mom.” He was temporarily disappointed, but didnt push the point. This year Jonah was adamant. Mommy, he announced at the end of August, you will be the class mom this yearyou MUST.
Mommy Thinks Homework Stinks
Its been more than a dozen years since I had to crank out a term paper at 2 a.m. or cram for a final exam or God forbid had to apply an utterly meaningless mathematical theorem to anything. But weirdly, I am still haunted by homework and wake up in the middle of the night sweating that Im about to flunk a test because I forgot to study.
How Much Would You Make if Motherhood was a Paid Position?
Ive always had a hunch that I am being grossly underpaid. After all, shouldnt I be more flush given that by 9 p.m. each night Im so wiped that my body feels like its been mowed down by a Mack truck and I need a triple shot of espresso just to get me moving in the morning.
Supermom or Guilty Mom?
There is a Jewish expression that says: God could not be there all of the time; therefore he created mothers. Oy. I blame the Talmudic scholars for creating the original Super Mom and all of the meshugas that goes along with it.
My Daughter, Reality TV and Me.
I hate reality TV.well, most if it anyway. I am so over the fate of Jon and Kate. And while I confess to Idol worshiping during the final few rounds each season and enthusiastically texting my vote to support the underdog, I have little interest in keeping up with the preening, Botoxed, Married to the Mob Jersey girls on The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Because of my contempt for most of the low-culture products proliferating on the cable channels today, its a bit baffling that I agreed to let my six-year-old daughter Lexi get cast in a reality show.