Dear Mouthy Housewives,There is a woman from the neighborhood who is constantly trying to make plans with me. She is so sweet. And so boring. No sense of humor at all. I don't want to offend her, but I really have no interest in hanging out or developing this friendship. What should I do?Leave Me Alone
After my husband and I announced to the world that we are having a little girl, my fellow blogger and old childhood friend, A. Hab, sent me a lovely email containing many congratulations and words of reassurance that having a daughter wouldn't be as scary as we were anticipating. Her message asked about how I was feeling and if the family was excited over the news. Then she mentioned she had come across an article that focused on the worst things one could possibly say to someone TTC (Trying To Conceive).
The setting: A 5-star ski resort, for a family trip to enjoy some time together eating, relaxing, and skiing.
The players: My husband and I, both in our 50′s. Our three kids, ages 25, 22, and 18. We are fortunate to be a well-traveled group.
Act I: Our Story Begins
6:50 AM: Running, yelling, fighting. Doors banging. Doors opening, banging shut again. More running. More yelling. Knocking. Running. Screaming.
I hate to be late. I am almost never late. But I was a couple of minutes late for my hair appointment the other evening.
I had come to the four-way stop at the entrance of my neighborhood, and was just about to turn left when I noticed a little boy sitting on the sidewalk in front of his house straight in front of me. He sat up a little straighter and looked my way, anticipating a potential customer. His sign read "Lemonade, 50 cents."
So there's this: An appeals court in NJ ruled that leaving any child, of any age in a car alone for any amount of time is child abuse.
Stuff like this makes me crazy because it's so black and white and such an extreme overreaction. Child abuse? Really? You're going to equate leaving a kid alone in a car for a matter of minutes with beating the shit out of them? That's insane....more
It’s interesting being a parent of biracial children in that -- like with most things with motherhood -- I’m fumbling around in the dark.Digging through my five-year-old’s backpack, I ran across a worksheet on Martin Luther King, Jr. Curious, I asked him what he learned about King in school. Image Credit: Ron Cogswell via Flickr ...more