(With apologies to Barbara Mandrell. I know MY interpretation of this ol’ country song title is not what she was singing about, but I digress….) My husband is out…
Can I be blunt? [Reminds me of when people say “Can I be honest?”…and I want to say “No thanks, please be DIShonest.” Like really…oops, I digress… this…
I am not one of those people that talk about living with no regrets. Oh, I have regrets, probably about 6 thousand of them. And 3 of them…
There is something mildly perplexing about being a woman. Or about being me, in particular. A state of confusion that comes naturally and is uncontrollable. Regardless of my…
Ok, so I shouldn’t generalize here because I am sure there are plenty of douchebag moms out there as well (hello..anyone seen Dance Moms?!) but for the sake of this…
This morning I set my alarm for 5.45am. Hubby was due to be picked up for work at 5.55 am and I wanted to surprise him with an…
“The new blog is called Blunt Moms” I told my husband while sipping my morning java. “And they’ve asked me to write for them. I’m just not sure I have…