If you were to walk into my house on any given day, you wouldn’t know that I am an efficient and organized person.
Plenty of moms out there hate housework as much as their kids do, but there is no fairy godmother en route to tidy up for us. Here's how to get those dishes done, with or without a good attitude about it.
I only took a few drags, not sure how I would handle it, and not wanting to get too altered, after all these years. Image: Thinkstock.
I’ll be the first to admit that a large part of my twenties was spent in a euphoric haze brought on by fairly regular pot smoking. I loved the stuff — and it certainly loved me. I don't feel I ever had a “problem” with it, but I did feel a strong pull to have it in my life.
Now, I would love to sit down and watch a movie without interruptions as well. But alas, motherhood brings with it many occupational hazards.
I don’t like my old friend Guilt very much. We are not BFFs. She smells funny, and I don’t appreciate her company.
Yesterday, it happened again: While attempting to make breakfast, the kitchen transformed into a stage for my latest unintended slapstick routine.
Walmart abused a pregnant employee and subsequently fired her. But what exactly were Candis Riggins' rights to begin with?