I reject the notion that mothers should have no greater care in the world than that of their offspring. Here’s why.
Month: July 2017
My Newborn Three.
The newborn phase is a doozy. The way I deal with it? My Newborn Three. A predictable timetable where I lose and regain my sanity over the period of 12 weeks as follows: Absolute Mania (weeks 0-2), Depths of Despair (weeks 3-7), and Battered Hope (weeks 8-12).
Facebook Marketplace Finds of the Week
I have a couple of group texts going with different girlfriends. The other day my friend Britney texted us a screenshot of a particularly delightful Facebook Marketplace posting. Now before I go any further, I should say that I have shopped the Facebook Marketplace and other B/S/T (buy/sell/trade) Facebook groups on numerous occasions. There are […]
14 again: what swimsuit shopping does to my soul.
I am not a swimsuit person. Never have been. There is something about a skintight garment, which cuts off right at the thigh meat area, that just does not agree with me. I’m bottom heavy, meaning anything that draws the eye to my bright white hock of a leg is a mortal enemy. But I […]