One of the first albums I bought with my own money was Foreigner 4. A few days after I bought it, one of my father’s business friends borrowed it to make a tape. That’s the old people version of rippin’ your friend’s new CD only without the risk of arrest and monster fines. Anyway, after […]
Do all the parents clapping and commenting how great the sixth grade band sounds have low batteries in their hearing aids or too much prozac in their drinking water?
When there is a camera in everyone’s pocket, on every street corner and in all buildings, why does anyone, anywhere think that can do something and not be seen? Since phone calls, computer activity and financial transactions are all monitored, how egotistical do you have to be to think that you can play games and […]
I have a small hole near the back pocket of my jeans. I wear them anyway. I wandered through the house on my daily dirty laundry hunt and started by removing the jammies that keep hiding under Tommy’s bed. Wearing headphones, Tommy shouted, “your jeans are torn” and poked the hole with that special inaccurate […]
All week, the children have been whining about the absence of spoons. The suspected culprit was the 2-year-old who has a propensity for throwing his bowl and spoon in the trash instead of the sink. Last night I reached out to put my ice cream bowl on the headboard and brushed into something that clattered […]
Late nights, I like to crawl in bed and watch old movies. Old is a relative term since it is no longer used to categorize black and white movies from generations before mine. It now applies to movies that were in the theater when I was old enough to be working in the theater. Last […]
Contrary to the developmental milestones that you learned from those “filmstrips” in fifth grade, adolescence doesn’t begin when your child starts demanding that they be referred to as a tween. It also doesn’t begin when they shave off their brand new body hair. It begins when they cease to awaken before the rooster on Saturday […]
While Busy Mom is preoccupied with tweens going on group dates, my teens are getting “Sweet 16” party invitations. I want to say “Oh, how nice. That sounds like fun.” Instead, I’m thinking about the parties that go so wrong they end up in the local news. Even worse are the ones who end up […]
Don’t worry chimney woman. I’ll schedule my visits around the children’s naps.