For me, Thanksgiving is all about handing your dad a tax document you don’t understand and begging him to please just take care of it for you.


For me, Thanksgiving is all about handing your dad a tax document you don’t understand and begging him to please just take care of it for you.


It’s funny how when you spend an extended amount of time with family in close quarters over the holidays, everyone starts to get really snippy with one another. Like how my mom just gave me the most disgusted, horrified look in response to the most benign comment.
I only suggested we put the baby in the dryer for ONE cycle.


Doing a marathon fundraiser is a really fun and easy way to figure out who your favorite family members are.
Congratulations, Zack! Your $50 donation to my fundraiser has put you in first place!

The rest of you are tied for second place, as you all donated the same amount.
You know.
Zero dollars.

Last night, 24 hours after the horrific events in Paris, knowing that we all needed a break from the media coverage and sadness, my mom texted to check in on us. Steph was unable to comprehend the sentiment:
In other words, Steph, make Mom feel better by telling her we are ok and enjoying ourselves, so she will stop worrying.
When I have kids one day, I am never going to yell at them, punish them, set rules/curfews, or prevent them from doing the things they want to do because I’m going to be the cool parent who understands that children are people too, and they should be allowed to do as they please and make their own decisions.
Said my 12 year old self.
What a fucking idiot.
Kid (who has 2 siblings): “My mom always calls me the wrong name.”
Me: “Let me tell ya something, kid. That’s just what happens to parents who have more than 2 children. They can’t keep everyone straight. I’m one of four, and my mom did the same thing.”
Kid: “Yeah but it’s not just that she calls me by my siblings’ names.”
Me: “I know. Let me guess. She also calls you by your uncle’s name. Or her best friend’s name. Or your cousin’s name.”
Kid: “She calls me by the dog’s name.”
Oh. Yikes. That’s rough.
Since posting about my purchase of The Squatty Potty, I can’t even tell you how many people have been asking me about it….
(Continuation of I Love Babysitting )