I Hate You. I Wish You Weren’t My Mom!

I Hate You. I Wish You Weren’t My Mom!

I hear this once a day. The first time Declan said the “h” word, he didn’t like dinner. I’m not phased. If I were a regular mother, I’d have been crushed. Devastated, even. But I’m a teacher. Kids hate me all the time. I gave too...

“Spank Me!”

“That’s the problem with kids today. You don’t have the authority to discipline them,” said one person who did not wish to be identified because (s)he will never be allowed to join the PTO and bake cookies again. “I’ve spanked my...

How a Rhombus Ruined my Relaxation

“Mom!” I can see we’re going to have the nightly bed struggle. I just sat down, fantasizing about relaxation. “I put you to bed, get back there.” “But I made you a rhombus,” said Declan, extending a white rhombus of paper. Oh,...

The Devil Sells Baby Gear

Having a baby? Welcome to the Mom Club. It is a club. I went to a baby shower yesterday. You might think you’re ready to parent. And you might be right–until you start registering for stuff and get surprised with a baby shower. It’s not for the weak...