The dude at the Apple store wasn’t even sympathetic, is the thing.
He couldn’t sense my pure, animalistic rage; he couldn’t tell how at any moment I felt like crying or leaping over the counter to yell at him “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS...
My fellow-mom friend once told me she loved being pregnant, and that she missed it, almost, after she gave birth.
I hope my face didn’t reveal the horror I felt at that statement.
I was reminded last Thursday of this moment of disbelief that anyone...
Not wanting Alice to feel like the baby’s giving her an eviction notice — and scared that Dave would start moving his CD collection back into the empty room that once was Dave’s Room – Do Not Enter and is now Alice’s Big Girl Room — I hurriedly picked...
With Dave’s dumb hours, this mama gets to be the enforcer five nights out of seven. Under my regime, she must pick up toys. Her hands and face must be cleaned after meals. She must take baths, she must cut her nails. She must brush her teeth, go to...
