I’ve been MIA from TheFabMom, Facebook and Twitter since last Friday… and damn I feel better! Call it a Fab Tip, call it lack of planning, call it laziness… or call it a valid exercise to let my mind go mushy for the greater good. No posting, no tweeting, no pictures, no business. That deep…
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Fab Tip: Why the laundry room is the most important.
Ok ladies: If yours is out of sorts, pull yourself up by the boot straps and get it together. A frazzled laundry room is the source of a frazzled life. My ONLY mission yesterday was to get mine in order… or else. So, off to IKEA and Bed, Bath & Beyond baby and I went! I…
Why I might block out my first Mother’s Day.
Mom’s first Mother’s Day… fabulous, fun, free…. ha. ha. ha. (Not.) If someone told me that I’d spend my first Mother’s Day with Paula Abdul, I’d have flipped. Turns out they would’ve been right. This new mommy skipped the annual day of leisure and laziness… my plan was to mix a bit of work with…
Blame this woman.
Who’s to blame? Mom, of course… Blame this woman for my unwavering need to always say what’s on my mind. Blame this woman for inspiring me to never leave the house without lipstick. Blame this woman for my straight-shooting attitude that YES, I can HANDLE IT and it will be done right (whatever it is…
The bigger Mom’s ego, the luckier the husband.
I’m tired of scraping wrongly-smeared plaster from my kitchen floor. I’m tired of driving. I’m tired of comparing bathroom tiles. I’m tired of wondering if there’s enough milk left in my fridge for Hubby’s cereal the next morning. I am TIRED. How cliche. How typical. How pathetic. For me to admit this is like my personal…
My dirty philosophy: Expecting moms, don’t hate me. (Read the whole thing.)
What’s the trick to losing baby weight? DON’T GAIN IT. I’m not evil or mentally ill, but I am honest. Last week, Mommywood spectators were marveling at (and hating) how supermodel Miranda Kerr’s body has bounced right back to it’s sexy shape just 4 months after having a baby. Rachel Zoe is not-so-shockingly skinny again…
Some of my friends will disown me after this.
In the midst of being a bit *stressed* these days (thanks to moving/renovating), I’m feeling it’s time for a good old fashioned rant. Rather than screaming at my husband, I’m letting loose on something totally unrelated to home improvement: BJORNS. THEY DRIVE ME CRAZY. THEY’RE UNFABULOUS. And at the moment I’m beginning to think that…
