One of the very least glamorous honors that comes along with this whole parenting gig is the PUBLIC BATHROOM VISIT. I realize some of you call them restrooms and some of you in the great white north think you are being extra polite by calling them washrooms, and some of…
You’ll have to excuse me. I’m in some sort of post-LOST, post-birthday cupcakes, cake and cookie sugar coma. (In a good way) I am also in some sort of un-coffeed daze. (In a bad way) You see, there are three gallons of milk in our house right now…one that expired…
That’s all I want. Just a day. I want a day to wake up late. A day to sit in the backyard with a book. A day to window shop at anthropologie. A day to get a much needed pedicure. A day to buy some sandals to show off said pedicure….