I Live on the Edge (of the Bed)

If you’ve never slept with cats, let me paint you a picture. You crawl into bed, ready for the one stretch of peace you’ll get all day, and then… boom. …

The Slide Is Not a Staircase

Every playground has its drama, but nothing gets me more heated than slide politics. You’d think it would be simple: kids climb the ladder, kids slide down, repeat. Easy, right? …

Stop Saying Mom for Five Minutes

There’s a noise in my house that’s louder than the TV, more persistent than the cat at 6 a.m., and definitely more grating than Rex crunching chips at midnight. It’s …

The Judgy Cat Stare

You know that saying about cats having nine lives? I swear, they spend at least eight of them silently judging their owners. My cats, for example, have perfected the art …

Laundry and Lost Shoes, My Full-Time Job

Motherhood really should come with a job description, and if it did, mine would read: “Must possess the stamina to fold approximately 17 loads of laundry per week while simultaneously …

This Is What Romance Looks Like Now

Date night used to mean getting dressed up, eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, Rex in a shirt that wasn’t wrinkled, and maybe a reservation at a restaurant that didn’t …