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7 Reasons You Shouldn't Have More Kids
Boy Mom Life

7 Reasons I am Not Having Any More Children

We run a man-to-man defense in our house. Two kids. Two parents. Someone’s hitting? Dad takes the offender, Mom takes the victim. Neither one will go to sleep? Mom’s on soothing patrol, Dad cleans the kitchen. We call it the divide and conquer-ish method. It may not be perfect, but as…

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Welcome to The Bamboob Lounge

It’s been a long time since I’ve spent any real quality time out at a bar with my girlfriends. I would be hard pressed to remember the last time I woke up with my hair reeking of second-hand smoke and my teeth wearing fuzzy little beer sweaters. There’s no real mystery as…

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What the Heck Do I Do All Day?

Most of you know I’ve been spending much of my free time these last few weeks, zoning out and watching all seven seasons of Mad Men on Netflix. Besides intensifying a craving for cigarettes that I never knew I had, this show has offered me so many, many things: an appreciation…

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How Four Little Lines and a Pair of Scissors Changed Everything

Shortly after Archie was born, my mother gave me a 10-year journal. It’s a big, fat, leather-bound book with ten, four-line spaces on each page. One four-line block for each day, year after year for ten years. The idea is, you write a brief synopsis of each day, every day…

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10 Things that Everyone Can Agree are the Worst

Sometimes I feel moved to write a serious blog post. Something that will (hopefully) make my readers think outside of themselves. Like a moving piece about the unrest in Ferguson, Missouri or a diatribe against the processed food industry or a soliloquy on the good works of Pope Francis. **insert thumbs down…

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How Some Unruly Leg Hairs Changed my Whole World View

This morning, after feigning resistance to Him and our oldest going down to the neighbors for waffles while I took a shower (who doesn’t want an almost-completely empty house whilst they lather, rinse and shave their armpits?) I finally decided to drag out Ol’ Bessy, my worn-out Gillette razor, and do some…

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