This is why all restaurants should have baby changing stations in their restrooms. I was having a fine tuna sandwich at a nice lunchroom with my toddler, who was hogging the straw to my raspberry iced tea, when she announced poop. She does that like this: she walks up to me, … [Read more...]

A fly landed smack in my eye. It was most inconvenient because I was driving at the time. I shouted at it, swatted at it, screamed at it. It did not budge. So, dedicated employee that I was, I drove on to work, albeit with one eye shut. “Only half-awake, are we today?,” … [Read more...]

once thought I would need “help.” I don’t mean the professional kind with a couch in an office. I mean the help as in Mary Poppins or Alice Nelson from “The Brady Bunch.” In all of my dreams of motherhood, I assumed that with five perfect children who never fought and who … [Read more...]

This year we’re going naked for Thanksgiving. I think my two-year old has the right idea. Lately he has taken to walking around with just his Nemo sandals on. That’s all he wants to wear. I hardly have the energy to make him wear a little shirt and tie and dress … [Read more...]

I may not have a high-powered corporate position, but I certainly know what it’s like to be under pressure. You want to know the meaning of the word stress? Try being snack mom for a Little League baseball team. Or two. As if spending your own hard-earned cash to dole out snacks … [Read more...]