Motherwise Cracks

I finally cashed in on my Mother’s Day gift and got my pedicure. It was lovely. While it lasted. Then I was asked to go take a photo of a goat. Of course I was honored and went off dutifully to capture the beast on camera. I wore sandals. She was quite good-natured and even [...]

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I have a great way to hide one of my dirty little secrets: That my child takes on some powerful odors after football practice. I have to drive (I would say carpool but that would infer some other parent would be driving a significant portion of the time and no, I am not bitter) two [...]

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Two weeks ago, the unthinkable happened – my computer died. Totally gone. I panicked and then called my favorite repair man (who is almost scarily too calm and collected). While he was showing me all the things I do wrong, an exhaustive list, he also told me I should using online storage . At first [...]

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This poor little fella doesn’t stand a chance. It will likely suffer the same fate as the sea monkeys. My daughter’s boyfriend won this goldfish for her at the New York State fair – well, actually, it was a pair of them but one didn’t even make it home. (Fatal case of car sickness.) She [...]

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I had my suspicions about whether this was accidental or on purpose, but when they started asking for stews and soups using actual names form the crock pot cookbook, I knew what was cooking. (What kid knows and asks for Cassoulet for dinner? Honestly.)

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How much time should you wait for someone when picking them up? I “car pool” (and I use this term loosely because it means driving both ways 80% of the time) to sports practice. The child is rarely ready. My son usually calls in 15 minutes before as a courtesy wake up call. He forgot [...]

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Some may recall my Law of Arrested Condition, well, I fought the law and the law won – with these nasty sandals. I hadn’t noticed their dreadful condition and I am guilty of violating the very infraction that I exposed in an earlier post. Shameful. Lest you think I am hygienically challenged, I assure you [...]

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While I was still all aglow, my daughter says to me making a very snotty and disgusted face, “Mom. He couldn’t see from your chest down. If he had … Duh!”

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