So what's the deal with the bridal shower? Today, bridal showers are totally superfluous and 'mostly joyless' (a recent description from my good friend who attended one the other day) events. It's not about the love -- it's just about getting more 'stuff'. It's defunct and it's totally lame.
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing a pretty good job as a parent. Relationships are good, all those consequences we've put into our Family Playbook--a list of infractions and their expected consequences--are well understood, the house is in almost perfect order.
Around here, Mom gets a bum rap. Dad is the fun one, doing all the tickling and wrestling and ball-throwing in the house. I'm that shadow in the background sweeping up the shards of the vase they just knocked over.
Why is coming out of the closet not an issue anymore?
What some clerics need to understand is that the real problem isn't the fact that someone has poked fun at extremist teachings, but that these extremist teachings exist and that those horrendous acts are occurring in the name of Islam.
Last night I heard some GOP shill confidently declare that Booby Jindal would bring subsantive policy proposals "to the table" and that he'd even "been accused of being a policy wonk." Accused? Was she praising him or dissing him?
Age and life experience slowly chipped fissures into my icy façade. Then the knock-out blow, Motherhood, took my frozen blueberry heart and left it in the sun to melt and over-ripen to mush, and ferment into wine whose sweet tanginess I lap up. I grow drunk. And I pass out from... feelings.
Why stop Yulin dog festival?
I hope all moms out there can give themselves a break if you're doing even half of the things I'm doing, which if I'm perfectly honest, I don't think are all that bad now.
The bottom line is to hold off on the Spanx-tossing for the time being. You'll also have to continue to keep your current life partner, and spend a fortune for glasses with progressive lenses, have hip/knee replacements, and keep having to buy larger and larger weekly pill boxes.
They say sleep deprivation is a lot like walking around drunk. That must be why I keep running into doors and passing out on the couch and forgetting where in the world I put the baby's clean diaper when it's literally right in front of my face.
There is absolutely no room for perfection in parenting. No median. No bike lane. You will screw up. You will doubt yourself at every turn.
Until college is no longer treated like a business in America, it will continue to create an unlevel playing field. Those who are genuinely enthused about learning deserve a chance at higher education.
I love my husband. But there are some bits about cohabitation that are just not my favorite bits.
I have a boy and a girl. And although they are both beautiful, I am convinced that they are mini terrorists in training and I'm the person they have decided to hone their skills on.