Author: Allison Slater Tate
If you stayed in the Spring Break/Easter/Passover picture too, be sure to hashtag your picture on Instagram or Twitter with #themomstaysinthepicture so I can find them. I love seeing everyone’s pictures! You can post photos to my Facebook page as well.
Congratulations, Kaitlin Boles! You won the Thirty-One Gifts Thermal Tote in the URU brushstroke pink pattern. Carolyn Petagno will be contacting you to claim your prize. Today marks the end of the Worst Spring Break Ever. It included a lot of barf, a lot of diarrhea, and even some blood, courtesy of brotherly not-love. We…
I know it might make me sound materialistic or shallow or like some awful stereotype, but I love to shop. I come from a long line of shoppers, both men and women, so it’s probably some kind of genetic defect or something. I don’t drink a whole lot, I don’t smoke, I’m even cutting way…
I once thought I controlled everything. Then I had a baby. I had a baby that cried for hours. For weeks. Then months. I found myself a year later having not slept a whole six or seven hours straight in over a year, haggard and pale and disheveled and very much not in control of…
Driving in traffic to pick up the dog from his $200+ vet appointment tonight after a day that included a napless baby, a dead car battery, an out of town husband, a lot of PTA, and fighting children: The 5 year old: “Mom, you never let us eat inside restaurants.” “Pardon me? What?” “You never…
If you are a mom in suburbia, you probably already know about Thirty-One Gifts. I am a fan and owner of several of the Large Utility Totes, which save my life on long car trips — they can hold essentials I want to keep close and take out of the car quickly — and in…
Monday was my father’s birthday. My husband asked him how old he was now, and when he answered, I have to admit I was surprised. Maybe more than surprised. I was a little shocked. Even though I am well into adulthood, I still do that thing that children do when it comes to their parents…
Today is the fifth annual Spread the Word to End the Word day to end the use of the word “retard,” a campaign started by the Special Olympics. Ellen Seidman, who often writes about being a parent of a special needs kid, wrote this post, published on the HuffPost Parents page today, that calls for…
My house will never win a contest for tidiness or organization. Like, ever. I feel very much like a modern-day, yoga-pantsed Sisyphus when it comes to my domestic duties: I roll my boulder up the hill every day, only to have it roll right back down, and tomorrow, I will start all over again on…
Dear Friend, When I met you twenty years ago and change, I had no idea that the tall, intimidating, worldly tomboy from the Bronx with the head full of massive curls and the legs that never quit would become one of the most important people in the world to me and my clueless suburban-bred self….
