“I can’t believe I’m sending my child to school dressed like a ragamuffin!” “I am so perturbed right now, girls, I’m going to sell you to the gypsies.” “Do you have any idea how many hours I have to work to pay for this closet full of clothing that you…
I don’t know why as a parent or as a dog owner I even bother to own any seating options in my home because I swear to you, every single time I attempt to sit down, Isabella needs me to inspect her sleeping foot and reach her a band-aid (seriously?!)…
The minutes between 3:23pm and 5pm are, by far, the most difficult for me, as a work-at-home mom. Instead of doing my actual job, I spend these minutes negotiating with tiny dictators. This in the actual transcript of what just transpired. “Can I have a snack?” “Yes, of course.” “What…
