We are family.
I just stood outside in the cold rain for more than 20 minutes waiting to get into the court house for jury duty. I’m so cold.
They should figure out ways to make jury duty more miserable.
Just bought this on Sephora. I also cashed in a bunch of points on two 500-point rewards, plus got three free samples.
I am winning Tuesday.
This is good. Really good.
because even if you’re not a click-through typa’gal you still need to read this. not sure whether it’s the momma pride or the pms but this got me in the feelings.
Good mothers love their children.
Good mothers breastfeed—for six days, six weeks, six months, or six years—because they know it’s “best,” because it’s natural, because they have support, because it works, because they made it work, because it’s easier, because it’s really nobody’s business why.
Good mothers formula-feed—rarely, occasionally, or always—because they have to, because they want to, because they didn’t have support breastfeeding, because they had support but still couldn’t breastfeed, because it’s familiar, because it’s easier, because the flippin’ pump won’t do what it’s supposed to, because it’s really nobody’s business why.
Good mothers feed their children organic food because they have the means, fish sticks because their kids will eat them, and whatever they can scrape together from the cupboards because they have no other option.
Good mothers work outside the home because they have to, because they want to, because they want their kids to know that women can participate fully in the working world, because it’s the best choice for their families.
Good mothers stay home with their children because they have to, because they want to, because they want their kids to know that women can call motherhood a full-time job without shame or apology, because it’s the best choice for their families.
Good mothers bake cookies. Good mothers don’t bake cookies. Good mothers try to bake cookies and bake hockey pucks instead.
Good mothers grow organic gardens and have spotless houses. Good mothers grow piles of laundry and have black thumbs.
Good mothers never yell at their children. Good mothers yell at their children and then apologize for losing their patience. Good mothers yell at their children and don’t apologize because occasionally kids need to know they’ve crossed a line, dammit.
Good mothers know when they need a break and take one. Good mothers know when they need a break, but can’t always take one. Good mothers don’t always know when they need a break, and then beat themselves up for saying or doing things all good mothers do when they need a break and don’t get one.
Good mothers show up. Good mothers sometimes can’t show up. Good mothers try to make up for not showing up.
Good mothers take care of their children. Good mothers sometimes can’t take care of their children. Good mothers ask for help. Good mothers sometimes don’t have help. Good mothers sometimes make the heartbreaking choice giving up their children because that’s the only way can see to take care of them.
Good mothers make mistakes. Good mothers support other mothers when they make mistakes.
Good mothers forget to support other mothers when they make mistakes.
Good mothers forgive each other.
Good mothers care about each other.
Good mothers care about being a good mother.
Good mothers love their children.
Daily lunch time desk tears.
Yes. All of this.
Sam Monday. His charm is so contagious it should be studied by the CDC, yet people beg to be infected. He can disarm you with a smile, or help from his Mommy. He speaks French fluently, if by fluently…
Remember this photo? Well, we are using this in the applications we are submitting for private kindergarten. Wouldn’t you want this kid in your school?
Obsessing over: Whether I’ll be on jury duty this week.
Working on: A webinar for MarketingProfs University.
Thinking about: My team meeting tomorrow.
Anticipating: A lot of personal and professional obligations crashing into each other.
Listening to: Silence.
Drinking: Water. (And a little wine.)
Maddie, while reading “Snow White” comes to the part where the disguised witch offers Snow White an apple calling them “the tastiest apples in all the kingdom.”
Maddie then looks up at me and says: “No, they weren’t. By far.”
When she gets to the part where the prince falls in love with Snow White she says “Ew.”
“When ignorant folks want to advertise their ignorance, you don’t really have to do anything,” the president said. “You just let them talk.”
– President Obama on the LA Clippers owner’s racist remarks.
Little dude likes his sweatpants. They are comfy. Non-constricting. Did I mention comfy? So when you have a look that you think works for you, you keep working it, right? So today we bought him sweatpant shorts. So he can just keep right on rocking that look straight through the dog days of summer in NYC.
Fuck that. You are at least a marchioness.
And baby makes four ... 