My son is wearing barrettes and a ponytail. My MIL would pitch a fit.

Reading all these recommendations from the SLP and OT have me convinced that I am the source of every challenge in my children's lives. I have awesome genes for longevity but poor genes for functionality.

Should I hide from the children on the front porch or in the bathroom? There's no chocolate involved, but wine will be after they're in bed!

The third load of laundry ruined by a crayon this month? I'm on a rampage. No art supplies are safe.

There are ants in the kitchen. So I'm having a panic attack. That is all.

There's nothing like a nasty collections letter for a bill you've already paid to ruin your mood!

When did the top banner change to a picture of a tree?

Why do minor head wounds produce such a scary amount of blood?

Why is the person providing my son's speech and OT calling us to ask if he has an IEP? That's *why* she comes to our house once a week.