I live in house with two sons, a husband and two male dogs. I am the only estrogen in my house. This translates into 22 consecutive weeks where pretty much the only thing on our television is football. There is literally a game every freaking day and night: professional, college, high school, flag. My house […] Read more…
Today I embraced being danger mom. It’s like being fun mom, just more badass. It started innocently with me trying to be good mom. After months of neglecting my children because I’m studying for a designation in my field which means I’ve had zero time to be actively engaged mom the guilt made me determined […] Read more…
I’m one of those working moms who is always asked how I do it all. I’m not proud of it. It’s really just a testament to my ability to smack a smile on my face regardless of how insane I’m feeling at the moment. I think most working moms (and let’s be honest this includes […] Read more…
I’m going to just own the fact that I wish I were that mother who used cloth diapers, fed my kid only organic homemade meals, and limited their television consumption to one hour per week. Alas I’m not even laughably close to being that mom. I’m the mom who struggles to remember to pick her […] Read more…
Like every mother I spent most of my boys’ young lives teaching them that hitting is wrong. Having two sons that lesson had to be reinforced often. Like real often. But then in elementary school something changed. The stories I had heard about bullying now suddenly were actually happening to my friend’s children. Nasty, scary […] Read more…
I need to confess that I am that mom who hasn’t left her children with sitters for longer than one night in order to have a romantic overnight alone with her husband. I also need to confess that I preach regularly about putting your relationship with your spouse in a priority position because someday, God […] Read more…
I have a brilliant, fearless and slightly deranged friend who is a middle school teacher. By choice. And she isn’t an alcoholic. Weird, right? It was this friend who stopped me in the middle of a full on vent session about how much I felt like punching my twelve-year-old in the throat because he had […] Read more…
When my oldest son, who I call my evil genius, was five I gave him a consequence for some minor transgression (probably something like trying to smother his younger brother or painting the dog). His temper flaring, he informed me that I was no longer his friend. To which I smiled and told him, “You […] Read more…
I hate shopping. I hate it so much that even though I am a high functioning forty-three-year-old professional woman my mommy still buys my clothes for me. It’s less painful to admit that than actually have to go shopping for myself. Because I hate to shop so much, I also have a hard time parting […] Read more…
I have loved Wonder Woman ever since I was in elementary school. I insisted on wearing my Wonder Woman underoos as often as possible (even when the red and blue graphics were clearly visible through whatever I was wearing—much to my mother’s horror). Linda Carter as Wonder Woman was my hero. She was beautiful, strong, […] Read more…