Rihanna, 9 months postpartum: Performs an entire half time show while looking like a goddess
Me, 9 months postpartum: Still wearing maternity clothes and can’t walk up a flight of stairs without feeling winded
Any time I’m tempted to give someone unsolicited parenting advice, I think about the time I caught my kid eating out of the garbage, and I keep my mouth shut.
My husband doesn’t always perform a full maintenance check on the car, but when he does, it’s when the whole family is packed and sitting in the car ready to go on a road trip
I really want my kid to be a master junior chef so he can make dinner for all of us, but not enough to let him practice in the kitchen and deal with the cleanup
Registration for kids’ summer camp opens tomorrow morning and I have it marked in my calendar as “The Hunger Games.” That’s everything you need to know about trying to secure a spot for your kid in any summer camp.
I spent years hatching plans, agonizing over how I was going to leave a successful career in corporate America to pursue my dream of working for myself. Never did I expect that dream to include my child yelling at me from the bathroom to come hold her popsicle so she could pee.