Linnea is five and a half months old and today is her first day of daycare (insert crying-face emoji … not laughing-crying-face emoji, just straight-up
I’m a “bad” mom. I’m also a good mom. That must apply to almost every mother out there, because we’re all human and we all
Ah, what a nice way to unwind. Kick back on the couch after a long day, flip on the TV, take off your shoes, and
Remember the Baby-Sitters Club series, the quintessential young-adult books about the teenage girls who all sit at someone’s house in Connecticut every week, waiting for
‘Twas the day after Christmas And all through the house The children were stirring Making much more noise than a mouse There was white
If I were to bill my hours like the lawyer I once was (for a very brief period), here’s what this morning would look like: