If I could remember being two or even three years old, I am certain that my memories would be of me playing with a pile of blocks and dolls. I guarantee my memories would not involve my mother subjecting me to flashcards, trying to make flipping through the numbers, shapes, […]
Author: Sammiches Guest Writer
This Is Why Moms Stay Up Way Too Late
Hi, my name is Laura, and I’m a Mombieolic. Mombieolic noun: a mother who knowingly stays up well past an appropriate bedtime in order to enjoy copious amounts of alone time. Like many moms, I stay up until ungodly hours of the night—or the wee hours of the morning, depending on […]
When Your Child Is Never the Honor Roll or Awards Recipient
It’s the end of the first quarter and all the progress reports are in. All over my social media accounts I see moms and dads saying how proud they are of their children. They post pictures of their children’s progress report and the comments by the teacher about how hard […]
I Wear Leggings as Pants, I Have Mom Hair, and IDGAF
Apparently the hairstyle I’ve been wearing for the past two and half years is called “mom hair.” It’s the style you see on most women at Target that’s in an unbrushed ponytail on a head of hair that hasn’t seen a shower in a day (sometimes two). I suppose even […]
15 Types of People You’ll Meet in Your Buy-and-Sell Group
If you haven’t yet discovered the wonderful world of Facebook buy and sell groups, you’re in for a treat. Where else can you get great finds at great prices, plus entertainment on the side? You can’t beat these groups for kids clothes, toys, household items, and really anything you want […]
Hey Angry Sports Dad, Maybe Chill the F$&k Out on the Sidelines
I see you standing on the sidelines, your perfectly rounded potbelly accentuated by the sun glinting off of your gigantic gold chain.
It Took The Pandemic For Me And My Family To Slow Down
We play card games and board games and the hubs has Nerf battles and roughhouses with the kids…on WEEKNIGHTS!
I’d Like You To Meet My Boyfriend, Anxiety
What it’s like to have an intimate relationship with anxiety, the abusive partner who never asked you to go steady.