Just had an appointment with a gyno nurse who was embarrassed to say the word ‘vagina.’ How does she get through her day?
Ran out of diapers this morning and Bean got dropped off at preschool in a paper towel and duct tape. That happened.
You know something has gone tragically wrong in your life when you’re getting a pap smear more often than a haircut.
Interesting question from the two-year-old to start the day: Mom, do you have any kids?
Moms. We’re the ones running towards the puking kid while everyone else is running away.
When insomnia strikes at 2.30, what better way to pass the time than thinking up names for my future English bulldog. I came up with Mrs. Doubtfire, Lisa Fox, Lady Caroline and Marbles before settling on Bernadette.
That moment where you realize you brought you pajamas to the gym instead of your work out gear. Sod it. I’m doing it anyway.