I could live off of wine and cheese. Charcuterie trays, creamy and crumbly cheese, topped of by a flight of bold, chewy red wine is what my dreams are made of. As a mom though, I will settle for a cheese stick and a can of rose. It’s totes the same. 8 years ago, I … Continue reading When you can’t cut the cheese.
Potty training is hell. Potty training a tiny diva terrorist is it own special kind of evil. About a month ago, I was boasting about my potty trained princess. Miss thing had fully moved to her big girl princess underwear (damn you Disney). She thought she was so cool to be wearing them. And, I mean, … Continue reading If you’re reading this, send wine.
Parenting is a tricky beast. It has this nifty little trick where it makes you think you’ve got it all figured out. And then surprise! Your sweet little children hit a new mastery level in manipulation. Last week you were skilled at getting them to follow directions, and suddenly this week your bribing them with … Continue reading Threenager