Last Thursday at 5:41 p.m., I did the thing I swore I wouldn’t do again: I offered my picky 6-year-old “something else” after he announced the dinner I made was “too wet.” (It was pasta. Pasta is apparently a soup if you look at it wrong.) I stood in front of the freezer with that…
I can’t be the only one who walks into Costco for “just diapers” and leaves with a kayak, 48 croissants, and the sudden confidence of someone who’s never heard of a budget. Last month, I checked out behind a guy buying a single jar of olives and I felt judged by the universe. My cart…
Last Tuesday, I was standing in the grocery store checkout with a cart full of “quick dinners,” three kids melting down in three different keys, and a total that blinked $187.43 at me like it was proud. I did that thing where you pretend you didn’t see it and start intensely studying the gum rack….
Last Tuesday, I was in the Target parking lot with a cart that wouldn’t steer straight and a toddler who’d discovered the joy of yelling “SNACKS” at full volume. I looked at my receipt in the driver’s seat (because of course I did) and saw I’d paid $7.99 for a bag of pre-cut pineapple that…
At 6:12 a.m. on Thanksgiving, I was standing in my kitchen in slippers with one contact in, staring at a turkey that was still kind of… icy in the middle. My youngest walked in and asked if we were “doing the fancy food this year,” and I laughed in that slightly unhinged way moms laugh…