Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
It’s funny the things kids don’t know. Things you just assume they would. Because they’re so natural and, when you really think back on it, you don’t really remember anyone ever having a real hands on teaching session with you about it. But then, nope, there you are wondering why your kid is coming out of the bathroom after a shower with totally dry hair
Disclosure: This post is brought to you by Mott’s and The Motherhood. All opinions are my own. It’s always funny to me when I see people posting TGIF on their pages, celebrating that it’s Friday and they now finally get a break. As a mom, we all know this isn’t even a thing. Basically. Because sure, you don’t have to go to work work, but
Before we get into the meat of this thing, let me get something that needs to be said out of the way: I am cool. Not a cool mom. Not cool for a grown up. Definitely not cool for an old lady. Just straight up cool, no context or qualifiers needed. I am relatively certain that on just the right day, I can go head
I have been doing my own taxes since I was 14 years old. I remember getting my first W-2 in the mail, and then going to the library with my mom to get the proper forms and instruction booklets. I loved filling out the information, mailing in my return, and getting my $49 refund. I felt so grown up and smart and rich with my
We are in Disney World today! My excitement to be at the happiest place on earth, in warm sunny Florida, away from cold, dreary Maryland can only just barely be contained. That being said, getting to a destination with three kids (and no husband, he stayed home this time), is always a certain type of challenge. Even when they’re big. Fortunately we are beyond the
Mornings are hard. I don’t know a mom on the planet who has to work or get kids to school in the morning who hasn’t struggled with the morning prep routine at some time or another. Or always. Depending. I remember the year Dude 3 was born was also the year Dude 1 went to kindergarten and the year Dude 2 went to preschool. Every
And by poltergeist I mean the aggressive evil that is winter illness. Seriously y’all, no chance I would ever fight a poltergeist. I know how that usually turns out for people like me. I’m slow. I’m slightly overweight. And, I’m black. My chances of survival in the supernatural realm are just undeniably low. The illnesses skirting around my community this winter season have been news
In all of my mothering life, the one thing that has continuously brought me down, like sitting-at-the-bottom-of-the-stairs-scented-with-poop-and-barf-and-two=days-no-shower-funk-ugly-crying-like-I-just-watched-a-Ryan-Gosling-movie-marathon down, is lack of preparation. Preparation is the mom’s key to parenting success. Without it mom fails are to be expected and wins are unlikely. Sometimes my hips lie, but facts never do, and fact is, when I don’t prepare, bad things happen.
I was so excited to say hello to summer break this year; no homework, no chasing down the school bus because your kids think hurry means go as slowly as humanely possible, no running to school in your jammie pants because your kid forgot his bag lunch and the bus for the field trip is leaving at, never mind, it left already, and now you’re
