Do you have snotty obnoxious teenagers who treat you like crap? Do they speak to you in that derisive tone like you just farted? You know where they…
Are you or have you recently been the victim of an annoying mother-in-law? Does she spend every waking moment berating her “loved” ones for not living up to…
I am generally unphased with people turning their breast milk into rings, hair into home decor, or tears into art. I won’t buy any of this crazy-ass stuff,…
It was a constant struggle to arrive anywhere on time when my daughters were younger. A “quick” dash out the door consisted of no less than ten minutes…
Over the years, I have tried many different diets, and exercise regimes… whatever I thought might make me thin or healthy (or both). One of the most memorable…
School’s almost over. We’re in the homestretch of the lunch-making, the agenda-signing, and the ever-dreaded alarm clock of doom. It’s all good news right? It’s just in the…
It would be hard to describe the shenanigans that go on in the cadre writer group here at Blunt Moms. Certainly when you get a bunch of writers, who are also stressed out Moms, there will be hilarity and some epic rudeness. One day we were talking about how the swamp creatures who surround the
I’m a mid-life, out-of-shape housewife pretending to be a ballerina when my kid is at school. Why? Maybe it’s because I was deprived of ballet lessons growing up,…
The year was 1984. My mother squeezed me into a blue jumper with a doily collar, red cable knit tights and black Mary Janes. It didn’t occur to…
It’s 6:55 AM on a Saturday morning, the only day I can sleep in and for some reason my mind is hyped like a Jack Russell with a tennis ball. There will be no more sleeping going on. Also, thanks to new memory foam pillows I received for Christmas, I can’t even adequately suffocate