Oh my God, the Police are here and your bra is hanging off your bedroom doorknob! That was what my mother had to say last week when I was robbed for the third time. I tied the bra there to stop my bed...
My friend is feeling guilty about giving her toddler a sausage at a party — they only eat organic food.
Oh the pain of that poor child. What’s wrong with an occasional bit of processed meat?
I gave ...
Dear Diary,
I wish I had a sledge hammer.
Probably the coolest and most incredibly annoying toy my daughter got this Christmas was a voice-activated password-protected diary. The diary itself is a pl...
This week we almost had a white Christmas in the Slacker Mom household.
My daughter has sensitive skin and getting her to put her school socks on in the morning is a battle. Apparently, school socks, ...
My daughter was hunting through my bedroom closet when she let out a horrified cry.
“Mommy, where are your high heels?”
Then I knew I had to finally confess.
“Sweetheart, mummy doesn’t have any high ...
I used to speak softly. People were constantly saying, “What? Say that again?”
Parenthood cured me of that, at least at home.
The experts say you’re not supposed to howl at your children. You are not ...
My dog is a wee bit rotund. Picture a large sausage with fur and legs.
At a recent vet visit, we were asked to put him on the scale. Doggy isn’t very tall but I took one end and my daughter took the o...
Annabel Karmel, so-called expert on cooking for children, is a fraud. There I said it. Her Fussy Eaters’ Recipe Book features a cover photo of a smiling child eating peas. Listen Annabel, fussy childr...
There is that special type of mother who breastfeeds; who only makes organic baby food, who always finds pyjama tops to match the bottoms. I am not that parent.
My daughter and I were watching televi...
