Being a working parent is a necessary evil for me. It just sucks that from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m., I miss my son’s life, right when it’s getting interesting.
A “sprinkle” is a smaller, not-your-first-kid baby shower and a word I will spend the rest of my life trying to avoid saying.
Kids may not be as universally reviled as politicians, but it’s a lot easier to laugh at their antics when they’re not yours. And the similarities don’t stop there.
If you hate parades but have to attend one because you have kids, then I guess the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade is as good as it gets.
Fantasy football has provided me weeks of misery, punctuated by occasional spurts of short-lived happiness. Just like raising kids!
I’ve acquired some amazing talents — let’s call them parenting superpowers — that never would have manifested if I weren’t responsible for a child.