Category: parenting sure is fun

How I Tell My Stories

Sundays are like gahhhhhhhhhh. They are the most frazzle-y day of the week around here. Activities, grocery shopping, playdates, bar and bat mitzvahs, photoshoots, football. It’s all good things, of course. Good, but frazzled. Now Sundays after three-day Jewish holidays? Those are just beyond. And Sundays after three-day Jewish holidays…

It Gets Better. At Least At The Pool.

Last week, I was telling a newly-minted mama that it gets better. That your kids grow up and become less physically demanding. You no longer have to change diapers and wipe butts and do the dreaded “omg do you have to pee?” every five seconds on your first few outings…

But Mama, I Promise I Gave Them Back To You…

Oh, how my What Would Betty Draper Do sure was tested tonight. I gave one of my children my key fob to grab something from the Jeep. And then, in the kerfuffle of it all, I never asked for the keys back, I never thought about the keys at all….