Husband: Give me the fly swatter. 4-year-old: But I want to die a fly. Husband: You want to die a fly? Me: Well, that is quite an aspiration. 9-year-old: Mama, I have DNA samples of myself on my desk. Me: Oh, really? 9-year-old: Yeah. A fingernail, a toenail and hair....read more
This picture is called "This is What Happens Five Minutes After the Kids Get Home from the Grandparents." I don't even know how this happened. I just remember going out to the car to get the baby and their suitcases, and I walked back in to a paper/stuffed animal/book...read more
I’m a working mom. I’m really good at what I do. I studied for four years in college and ended my time with a degree in journalism and English. I used to work as a managing editor for a newspaper, and I rocked that job every single day. Before that, I was a reporter....read more
Sometimes I feel like I’m doing a pretty good job as a parent. Relationships are good, all those consequences we’ve put into our Family Playbook—a list of infractions and their expected consequences—are well understood, the house is in almost perfect order.
And then my children wake up.read more
When you can’t find a sitter, you just have to celebrate your anniversary the best way you can manage. Which is exactly what we did.read more
Husband and I used to be in a band. Well, we still are. We just don’t ever play the songs we’re still writing, because we have six kids. But before those six kids, we played all over Texas and took a few tours through Arizona, Colorado and New Mexico. We wrote our own...read more
These would be things like higher utility bills, the gross and grosser, and torturous road trips. Having kids changes EVERYTHING.read more