They look at me funnily, like I’m a monster. Like, How dare you talk to your kids THAT way?
I have already screwed up NaBloPoMo, so there you go. Seriously, I was disappointed in myself, and I started to have a pity party, but then I realized that I was late for three things and not long after, I fell asleep. My Life: One Big Party. Tony and I sauntered into daycare this afternoon […]
I picked Tony up fairly late on Friday because work ran longer than I meant for it to. As always, he was having a blast when I picked him up, and just as reliably, he gave me guff for not being there earlier. He knows this is a sore spot with me. Lately, he’s been […]
There's this thing in the blogosphere called NaBloPoMo or some other random collection of letters that should basically equate to writing one post, every day, for the full month of November.
What I’ve been contemplating my navel about lately.
Fathers don’t babysit. They PARENT.
Ah, The Mommy Wars. They are alive and well, aren’t they?
Let’s talk kindergarten, car repair, and baby’s hair.