I want to make something abundantly clear. I love my children. I ADORE my children. I would rip out my kidneys and my lungs and my heart and even never wear mascara again for my kids. I think they are cute and smart and wonderful and I love being a mom. Now, brass tacks. 41/2 a SHITTY age. I do not love it. No, sir, I do not. Declan is an easy child, overall, and I...

Today I had one of the worst play dates in the history of bored mothers. And it reminded me that really, play dates are not one bit about the kids but 100 percent about the moms. As they should be. But today’s was the  equivalent of a root canal. Combined with food poisoning. In a dumpster. So here’s what happened. The other day, I get a random phone...

An Open Letter to the fellow patrons of Saturday Open Play at the local bouncy house: Dear Rednecks, Yea, I said it. So what. Sue me. Look, you have every right to be there, and I expect to see you. I expect to see you at the zoo, and the “bad” mall on my side of town and pretty much everywhere else we go. I live in your territory, so I accept your...