Everyone can have their “sky-diving” and “tattooing” bucket list. I’m good over here with my non-inked skin with my feet on the ground, thanks.
Author: Sammiches Guest Writer
In Which I Find Myself Surrounded by Body Fluids and Gases
Fart cannons, a relentless urine smell in the bathroom, and vomit sounds for fun. This is the soundtrack of my life as I raise two boys.
We Are the Non-Huggers. Embrace Us.
Seriously, some of us aren’t huggers. Can we just do a meaningful eye-hug or a wave? Also, can we not say “Oh, you’re not a hugger”? No, Cathy, I’m not.
Dear Kids, I Hope You Never Thank Me for This
I hope my kids someday appreciate all the things I did for them, but are also grateful for all the things I didn’t do as well.
How Raising Kids Is Like a Game of Pac-Man
Raising 4 kids through the baby years, then school-age years, and now college years, is like a game of Pac-Man. You really need Power Pills, though.
No One Told Me Gaining Weight Would Mean This
Gaining weight means I can’t just casually lift a leg & let a little gas quietly slip out anymore. Nope, now it crawls out the front and sounds like pop rocks.
When Your Little Boy Is on the Brink of Adolescence
He’s still little and loves Legos. He’s also nearly a middle schooler, full of raging hormones. Either way, he still needs his mom to make things better.
Valentines for My (Not So) Secret Lovers
Valentine’s Day sucks and makes more people sad than happy. So here are some real valentines I’d like to send out, like to Target. And Bradly Cooper.