- When you can’t even remember what’s in the box when it arrives. Click here for more.
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“No matter the cause, the downward spiral and steep climb out after the family is taken down by a bad bug falls into nine circles of hell that I like to call “Domestic Infirmo.” Read on for more.
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On a normal Friday night, after the kids go to bed, my husband and I will catch up on whatever shows we’ve DVR’d and enjoy some wine. In an ill-advised effort to mix it up (notice I didn’t say, “spice it up”), I bought a jigsaw puzzle of a beautiful Venetian landscape for us to complete together over our bottle(s) of red.
You know those moments when you’re doing an activity with your kids and you think to yourself, “How the hell are you still not getting this?” Well, if there are intelligent alien life forms out there watching over us, then they were definitely saying that about my husband and me that evening.” Click here to continue…
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“Well, girls, we had a good run. You were a force to be reckoned with in college and my twenties and are partly responsible for scoring me free drinks and landing my husband. But we’ve had two babies, now, and you look as tired as I feel.” Click here to continue reading.
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“While I can’t fathom some of the challenges that will come with raising tweens and teens, I’m pretty sure my future 13-year-old will be able to wipe her own butt, so when my kids hit these less publicized milestones, I plan to pop a bottle of champagne. Will you join me?”
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“There’s a growing epidemic across the nation of women, particularly mothers, declaring that they have no more fucks to give — that they just can’t care about stuff like they used to. Take this quiz to discover whether you’re at risk for running out of fucks.”
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I am not, nor will I ever be, a morning person, but children usually are. Mine are no exception, so this is how I cope.
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Full disclosure: This was not my original title. The editors definitely went for dramatic effect with this one. I don’t think singing this lullaby will ruin your kids, but I do think its message is the opposite of what we should be telling them. Are there lullabies and nursery rhymes that make you cringe?
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