Category Archives: Bad Mommy Day
Not safe for work. Or anywhere.
Oh, how I hunger for a well marbled hunk of beef carcass, grilled to medium rare, topped with an inch of boursin and dropped on to my plate. And butter on my bread. My mouth waters at the thought. My … Continue reading
A Letter to My Boss #23
First Draft: I apologize profusely for being late for work this morning. It’s the 3-year-old’s lion’s special book’s fault. *blink* OK, here’s the long story: I frantically jetted out the door at 8:30 this morning to go to the post … Continue reading
In which the writer admits weakness
I have the cutest, grooviest little gadget I never saw myself owning: an iPod Shuffle. My mother bought it for me after the theft of my briefcase (with laptop and mp3 player inside) to cheer me up. I can fit … Continue reading
It’s not pretty. It’s SNOT.
Really, what’s better to keep a sick kid occupied: 1. put her in front of the TV with a box of Kleenex, or 2. bring her to Krispy Kreme and ply her with red-and-white sprinkled Donuts? The answer: OMFG, what … Continue reading
Mom, don’t read this, as I say ‘FUCK’ a few times.
Today, I ventured into Wal-Mart with my brood at prime time for getting an errand done–past the lunch and running amok, and right before naps. I wish that I had, instead, stuck flaming pins into my eye. Yes, I freely … Continue reading