Nothing brings out the black robe and gavel in people like a picture of a sagging, filled-to-capacity diaper. I first realized that last summer when I wrote this in response to a pretty judgmental comment left by someone who didn’t like this: Then yesterday I posted this picture on the not your average mom facebook page: Come on. […]
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Well that was quick.
Yesterday was my anniversary. No, not my wedding anniversary. My blogiversary. Not Your Average Mom turned one yesterday. I published my first post on April 22, 2012. Here it is, just for old times sake. Yep. A whole year has passed, and unfortunately, the state of my underwear hasn’t changed. But a lot of other stuff […]
What’s in my purse? I’ll give you 3 guesses.
I can’t remember which one, but there is a magazine that used to have an “in every issue” column called “What’s in Your Purse?” I think it might have been Glamour. But now that I’m old and subscribing to magazines like Better Homes and Gardens and This Old House, I don’t get Glamour anymore. Which […]
Forget the easy button. I’ll take a mute button, please.
Yesterday after I wrote about my gray-hair-producing trip to Shop Rite, a few people shared some mortifying out of the mouths of babes moments of their own. Which reminded me of two others I had just last week. That’s another one of the downsides to having lots of kids. And lots of young kids. There […]
What happens in Shop Rite stays in Shop Rite.
I rarely take my children with me to do grocery shopping. Usually I’ll go either when I have a babysitter, or at night, after my husband has gotten home. But yesterday it was unavoidable. My parents are down in Georgia visiting my brother, so I have no babysitter. And I couldn’t wait until my husband came […]
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. I guess the same goes for stupid.
It’s no secret I have a potty mouth. Back in my teaching days, one of the male teachers asked me how I managed to keep it clean when the kids were in the classroom. I’m not really sure how I did it, but somehow I managed. And somehow I manage at home. Don’t get me […]
