Last Thursday at 6:17 p.m., I hit “Cancel” on Disney+, Netflix, and Hulu while standing in my kitchen with a bag of frozen nuggets sweating on the counter. My middle kid saw the confirmation screen and made the exact face our dog makes when I open the vacuum closet. By bedtime, there was mutiny. By…
Last October, I was in the Target toy aisle doing that thing where I “just need toothpaste” but somehow end up holding a Barbie and a Hot Wheels two-pack like they’re medically necessary. My 4-year-old was negotiating like a tiny union rep. My 7-year-old was doing the wide-eyed “but it’s limited edition” voice he learned…
At 6:12 p.m. on October 30th, I was standing in my laundry room holding a half-empty bottle of OxiClean like it was going to solve my entire life. My middle kid had just informed me—casually, like he was telling me we were out of bananas—that he “needed” a costume for school the next morning. Not…