Here we go again. It’s like flashbacks of October 2009 and I’m, once more, dreading preschool pick-up. When Jonas started preschool two years ago, I came to loathe conversations with his teacher. I avoided her like the plague. She was constantly pissed at the shitty parents of the intolerable 3 yr olds with all of their annoying shortcomings (i.e. disastrous...
Ah, Feminist. The new “F” word. For most of my life, I assumed Feminists were considered “the good guys gals.” I thought women were pretty happy about that whole being-able-to-vote thing. I figured that most, if not all, women thought that stricter sexual harassment, domestic violence, and rape laws helped them and their daughters feel a little safer out in...
Lately, I’ve learned one essential fact about parenting from blogs and mainstream media, and from those who comment on blogs and mainstream media. Apparently, no matter what I do or do not do as a parent, I am wrong. The fact that I even AM a parent is wrong. It’s all just wrong, wrong, wrong. According to LZ Granderson at...
Obviously the people at IKEA read my blog. How else do you explain this? Wait, wait! There’s more! THE GODDAMN MATCHING CHAIR?!? JULES?!?! Are you kidding me?! No, for real — how many times have you ever seen a Jonas and Jules together in the same room before? I will bet NEVER. I’m onto you, IKEA! But it doesn’t stop...
Okay, ready? Here’s the only thing you need to know……………. That’s it! Thanks Andy!
File this one under: “Kids Say the Darndest Things.” Monday night, we were eating a ridiculously delicious turkey chili that I made from a recipe my friend gave me. My darling friend made us several containers when we had the baby, and I was defrosting it and eating it for every meal possible because I just couldn’t get enough. I’m...
One morning before leaving for work, Hyphenated Husband snapped this sweet photo of me and Jolene fast asleep. We had both just dozed off again after I took off my shirt and her onesie because we were both covered in breastmilk and spit-up from a vigorous nursing session. Ah, the glamorous life! Hyphenated Husband showed me the picture when he...
