My early morning conversations with my 12-year-old seem to becoming more and more ridiculous as the school year marches on. I wouldn’t trade them for the world. We have approximately 20 minutes between the time I wake up and the time I drive him to the bus stop. In a hung-over haze, I quickly attempt… Continue reading He’s Not Old, Damn It!
My oldest never goes grocery shopping with me anymore and I miss that. My youngest was at soccer practice so I took it upon myself to bribe him heavily to go. After promising him a venti-mocha-frappe-choca-something, it was a done deal. You know, I always go into the grocery store thinking that “this time will… Continue reading Hot Mess and the Sailor
Admittedly, I have done a disservice to my oldest-P, by doing waayyyy more for him than I should have. My philosophy was that part of the way I show I love him is by making sure to cater to his every whim. Now he’s 12 and here is the conversation we just had yesterday morning….… Continue reading The Difference Between the 1st And 2nd Child
It was just a typical Monday (which means it sucked) yesterday when I checked my Twitter account. Low and behold I received a message from Erin who is the awesome blogger of Unbound Roots. She nominated me for the Liebster Award and I am over the moon! Please go check out her blog! Thank you… Continue reading Nominated For The Liebster Award!
Apparently at some point, it was deemed sexy for your spouse to have a bald lady-area, similar to that of a child. Thanks a lot porn stars. Now if lucite, platform shoes become the fashion, that is where I will draw the line. A few years ago, my husband had offered to pay for my… Continue reading Hot Mess and the Brazilian Wax
Last year I wrote a post about painting my mail box or lack thereof. A blind woman would have done a better job. I’m not handy and my husband isn’t either. So slowly, I feel like our house is turning into a dump and I need to do something about it. For starters, in the… Continue reading Ill-Equipped to Power Wash My House
I don’t like having the “S” word anywhere in my blog, especially in my title. I’m fearful Google will think my site is the dreadful “S” and somehow block me. But when I get a new batch of spam comments, I simply must comment on them. I commented on an original batch, here. What I… Continue reading Hot Mess Reviews Spam Comments- Part Deux
The Fall brings chillier weather and neighborhood fires. No longer are we forced to shave our legs every other day, sometimes extending leg shaves by a week. Is that just me? Sorry, TMI. We love to have fires. It’s somewhat of an invitation for all surrounding neighbors to come and join us…..and bring alcohol. Tonight… Continue reading I Just Got Spooked!
I would like to meet the “father of cubicles”, and slap the shit out of him. What were they thinking? “You can collaborate more”…… “It gives the office a larger feel”….. “Cubicles reduce cost”…….. Apparently, the original creator of cubicles and all successors, thought the entire, industrialized world is runned by deaf mutes. If I were… Continue reading 10 Cubicle Faux Pas
Do you guys know the show Hoarders? Where a gray-haired woman is defending why she has 3 frozen parakeets in her freezer. Or a balding man insists on keeping every JC Penny catalog since 1987? I’m afraid I’m raising a hoarder. Why? My 8-year-old son’s room is a nightmare. And it’s not some large room,… Continue reading Hot Mess Vs. The Hoarder