The other day I was having a particularly extra-relatable rant fest with one of my favorite mom friends. We were venting and laughing (ok, more venting than laughing) about how moms are charged with problem-solving everything. Everything. EVERYTHING. (Amiright?) What’s for dinner? Who’s going to watch the girls on Saturday night? Who’s going to pickup…
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Blame Aveeno® for my dirty shower attitude. {VIDEO}
A frank FYI: I cared for my skin from the inside out with Aveeno® Active Naturals as part of a sponsored post for Socialstars #Aveeno. All showers are personally mine, all suggested opinions for how to handle spouses are authentically my own. Shower with a spouse? Sure. Sometimes. Just for fun, let’s take it to the next level:…
The Big Fresno Fail?
It happened again last weekend, for the third time. I was at one of my younger cousin’s weddings in my hometown and felt IT. I knew the feeling from a few times before. The very first time it happened, at another younger cousin’s wedding in my hometown last year, I thought it was a fluke…
For Dads: The ONE word to make you a stud.
One of my most recent pieces on Mom.me exposed to the world how semi-psycho I am with b!tchy mind games to try and get my husband to help more around the house. Do I really do those things? I’ll never tell. They are pretty brutal. Especially #3… oh, #3 you are my secret weapon that really…
Me Time. Gotta light? {video}
I’ve been crazy lately. Weird. Frantic. Nervous. I’m thinking it has something to do with a wacky week that included my daughter’s 5th birthday parties (notice I said that in the plural… one Sunday night dinner for family & one after-school tea party for neighborhood friends — both homemade, if you will) plus wild night at Disneyland,…
My husband’s big scary secret. I’m outing you, babe.
DISCLOSURE: TheFabMom was graciously provided complimentary tickets to Mickey’s Halloween Party at Disneyland in Anaheim, CA for purposes of this post. All spooktacular experiences and opinions are my own. Breaking News! We’ve got big scary secrets here at our house: My husband is a fan of the Mouse House. He likes Disney movies. He likes singing…
Five years old = 43,800 hours.
Five. 5. Five years. 5 years. Five years old. It’s been five years. 260 weeks. 1,825 days. 43,800 hours. (Is my math right?) Kinda feels like five minutes. The days are long but the years are short. There’s a reason cliches are true. Because they’re true. My first baby – the wee one who inspired the…
