10. When parking your car, the pre-pubescent valet drives away smirking as he noticed both the Wall Street Journal and your son’s stuffed bunny riding shotgun. 9. You are constantly picking grass from the previous night’s soccer game out of your four-inch heels. 8. You have a Sibyl-like reaction when booking an out-of-town business trip as you experience utter […] Read more…
Archive of ‘Does This Mean I’m a Grownup?’ category
So It Turns Out I Actually Like My Kids
I was chatting with my four-year-old cousin (who is a 35-year-old New Yorker stuck in the body of a toddler). She was asking me all sorts of inappropriate, sweaty-palm inducing questions like: Did you grow your babies in your tummy, and how did your babies get into your tummy. After I answered affirmatively to the babies in […] Read more…
Before I was a Grownup
As working moms, our days are filled with obligations – to our children, to our husbands, to our employers or businesses. We race at breakneck speed from the office to a client and then onto soccer practice. We’re constantly focused on what’s next – you know that and not forgetting our children at school. And to […] Read more…
Let’s Hear it For The Boys!
Having just come back from my celebrating my twentieth high school reunion, I can tell you there is nothing more fantastic than the raw honesty created when dealing with people who suffered with you through what is probably one of the most awkward times in all of our lives. And it was in this homey little […] Read more…
Relaxing Makes Me Too Uptight
It’s that time of year again. The seven day stretch of time that I attempt to shut off my cell phone, stop checking email, and let my backup handle my clients’ immediate needs. Theoretically I should be looking forward to this time with blisssful anticipation. In practice I become a a raving lunatic. If you’ve ever watched the […] Read more…
Tripping Out
One of the great joys in my life has always been travel. When I was younger and worked in politics the extensive traveling I did during campaign season was exciting and interesting. It was the chance for my wide-eyed twenty something year old self to explore and experiencing the world. In my thirties, as a mom, I traveled […] Read more…
I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours
I already know I am going to piss everyone off with this posting so bring it! This week in Washington the Democrats played mean eight grade girl politics and pushed for a vote on a pay equality bill which died in the Senate: http://www.denverpost.com/nationworld/ci_20790507/senate-bill-pay-equality-fails-proceed The Dems basically want to get the Republicans on the record […] Read more…
Til Death Do Us Part
Marriage is hard. Let me repeat for effect: Marriage is hard. It is mostly awesome but damn, is it hard sometimes. I have ten years of marriage under my belt. Semi-significant but certainly not medal-worthy. But ten years gives you a bit of a perspective. And I can say in all honesty that I had no […] Read more…
Me and Young M.C.
I have to start off by apologizing for the misleading title and the shameless self-promotion of me with one of the most influential (in my book at least) rap artists of the 90’s – a decade of which I am extremely fond. Okay so with that out-of-the-way, here’s the reason I’m babbling about Young M.C.: […] Read more…
Getting Old Kicks A**!
My aunt Anne is in Rwanda teaching medical professionals protocols for cancer and AIDS patients. Here is this sweet unassuming mother of two grown sons who has spent her life taking care of everyone else – her sons, her husband, and the patients she’s ministered to as a nurse. So she turns sixty and think […] Read more…