Today, my husband called me at work, and he was in hysterics. He was laughing so hard, I could barely understand. The few words I could make out were “your email,” “hacked,” “erection” “my dad and your ex.” I finally deciphered what he was meaning — my old Yahoo account, which I rarely use, was…
Random Rant
Need a Cheerleader? Get a Kid
There are a lot of days when being a mom feels like being a football player. You get beat up, tackled, scratched, kicked in the groin, your eyes poked out, screamed at by your coach kid, and every bodily fluid known to man ends up all over you. And game plan? What game plan. Whenever…
Just Keep Swimming?
Who knew that swimming could be so tiring for someone who never even gets in the pool? Last Monday, E. started swim lessons. She desperately needs them. This child somehow thinks she’s Ariel and can swim on her own. When we go to Blizzard Beach or Typhoon Lagoon, it’s getting harder and harder to hold…
How My Daughter Sees Me
Today was the Mother’s Day Luncheon at E’s preschool. She’s been practicing her song for months (I’m not kidding. Her teacher runs a tight ship — she’s been singing it since February). All week long, she’s been looking forward to singing to me and giving me the present they made (little flower pots with pictures…
Parents Just Don’t Understand
I just don’t get some people. A while back, I told you about E’s kissing buddy at school. For the sake of this story, we’ll call him Peter since one of their favorite things to play is Peter Pan. Some days E’s Wendy. Some days she’s Tink (I have mixed feelings on both so I’m…