All parents are looking for the magic bullet to ease their suffering, shut the kids up, not embarrassing ourselves in the process, get some sleep, etc, etc. But is there one? I think if we all realize we can control our children, not really, maybe we'll (I mean me) get less agro. Of course I am trying to control Vivian a bit this week so I can sit and watch the convention. For a political junkie like me, the next two weeks are like Christmas. To see more visit us at coolmom.com
While I am taking aim at tag-along husbands in this one, the same could be said for good guy friends who want me to be best friends with their wives and I might not be feeling it. Although, if the two women in the relationship don't vibe well, there probably is not much hanging out. Take a gander and tell me if you agree.
Isn't funny how when movies and books and music depict romance they don't cover the real particulars of relationships? For instance, who is more entitled to a day off from the kids, mom or dad? Well, I have decided where Hollywood and literature have let us down, I will try to pick up the ball. To see more visit us at coolmom.com
Ah, the joys of parental abuse. Being climbed on, kicked in the shins, and my personal favorite having nails dug into my face is all normal stuff. But, what if it happens when you can't discipline? Whatta you do? The bottom line is a handheld cell phone is the only danger motorists face.
My Minnesota raised mom has taught me a lot about self-discipline, among other things. Even though I attended alternative schools and my mom has always been a free thinker, she is very grounded and never has given to airy-fairy beliefs. My dad (Georgia raised), while all Southern Gothic is a contrast to mom's toughness. No histrionics with her. In this vlog my mom talks about generational differences in mom's from the '70's to now. She also speaks about what was happening with the mom's of her generation. When everyone diminishes the present day, it's worth noting, there are some improvements.
People always say to me, "Oh, your husband is a chef! Does he cook for you every night?" No, works 5 nights a week. But one cool thing is he has upped my kitchen. This vlog shows you all the subpar crap I was happy to live with and the nice stuff Mark went and splurged on. It's easier for him to spend money than it is for me… I'm kind of thrifty.
Everyone has there back story, here's mine. In a nutshell, why I'm such a political junkie. To see more visit us at coolmom.com
This is kind of a vlog version of my "In Appreciation Of Non-Mom Friends" Don't get all Jamie Lynn Spears on me single ladies and overly glamorize motherhood. Do those cute celeb mom's talk about how it's about 2 years before you can take a crap in private? No. It's not for everyone and I’ll tell you why.
My husband has learned that there will be a wifely wrath if he dumps the New York Times Sunday Styles section before I have read it. I usually have to wait until bedtime to savor this tasty morsel. In the Vows section…all the engagements and weddings, I'm always curious about the ages of people. Do I think they are getting married to young, is it a May September thing? It's funny I note that more than where they are from or their profession. Although, the happy couples profession and where they are originally from, does hold some interest. Every week what is the thing you look forward to reading that you would throw a tantrum over if someone through out? I just wanted to let you know, we will be taking a day off Monday for Labor Day. Don't worry we will be back up and running with new vlogs on Tuesday. Have a great weekend. To see more visit coolmom.com
I kind of rush the beginning of this vlog, so if you didn't see my previous video about this (Why I Love Advertising), let me explain. I always wanted to buy Tarn-X when I was a kid, but my mom said it was a waste of money. More than thirty years later ("more than" being the key phrase), I finally bought some. When I mentioned I didn't test the Tarn-X, several (um, two) people asked me to do so. So, here is my test: will Tarn-X take off the tarnish on my silver like the commercials from the 1970s? To see more visit coolmom.com
Here's that age-old question: "How have you accidentally hurt your child?" It seems crazy, right? Any of us would jump in front of a bus to save our kid, but there are some bumps that we accidently inflict. Don't call child protective services! Nothing of the lit cigarette variety, but here is my confession. I hope I'm not the only one…
Okay, don't worry just because this is my second vlog in a row talking about issues in marriage don't think it's a cry for help! This comes out of the general knowledge that being a mom doesn't always make me the sweetest partner. But it also stems from me hearing friends and others, talk about faulty reasoning behind deciding to have a child. To see more visit coolmom.com
So a while ago I said to Nikki, my executive producer of the Fashion Team, "I can't believe this show can't get me some free BOTOX." A few days later she called and asked if I was serious; there was a segment they wanted to do and I could get free BOTOX by a reputable Beverly Hills doctor who has been on Extreme Makeover (a show I always loved) on TV. I said, "Why not? I'm going to tell everyone anyway." I would never pull a Star Jones and conceal I lost half my body. I can't keep much of a secret. If someone compliments my outfit I can't just say "thank you" - I have to say, "TJ Maxx, $25!". Maybe I'll be classy when I grow up. Anyway, it was done by Dr. Jon Perlman. It felt like tiny little pricks. Waxing is a hundred times more painful. Not only would I do it again, I might even pay for it.
I don't want to say there is no spanky fun going on here, but if anyone post child is still hitting it like they did pre child, please tell me your secret. What I really like now is hotel sex. I need the psychological break from the surroundings where I am a MOM. Even a cheap motel can do the trick for feeling all good and slutty within the context of a committed relationship.
There is a lot of sisterhood in motherhood, but there are also a lot of bitches (dudes can be bitches). You know you've had something like this happen when some parent tries to act all superior about their kid. I bet that kid also never screamed in the car either, right.
Okay, now I have to come up with a prize! But I will do it, if you all can help me out with my dreaded household task.
Just because I do not always have them, I do love good manners. I think a little social order is a good thing. In San Francisco, where I've never met more men who will NOT open the door for a woman–even when on a date–could use a little manner review. And of course, I am sure it comes as no surprise most people's traffic manners are abysmal. Well, lets start with some kiddie manners. At Beverly Hills Manners there is a great survey to take. Here is a sample question. We live in a time where bad manners are running rampant. People are offending others without care. Here's an opportunity to select your biggest manners pet peeve: People who show up late without apologizing People who fiddle with their cell phones and Blackberry's during dinner People who insist on using foul language People who talk with their mouth full People who do not respond to emails People who cut in line I chose "People who cut in line" which are yours?
Remember when you were a fun aunt instead of a neurotic mother? Well, I forgot until I logged on to SavvyAuntie.com. Wouldn't it be great if there were sites for other aspects of your lost self? Maybe a website dedicated to fun, professional singles who peaked in the '90's. What would that be called, TheClintonYears.com?
Okay, let's sort out this whole kiddie party thing, shall we? Does anyone remember having big gift bags when they were kids? I think it's a spillover from celebrity gifting suites for award shows. If kids gift bags get any bigger we are going to have to pay taxes on them. Have you ever gotten invited to a big kiddie party, where you don't know any adults accept the host? Torture. I've had to pass on a fair bit of kiddie of parties because they are smack in the middle of naptime, and it's just not worth it. I went to one that was great and it was great, partly because it wasn't too big. I actually could sit. There is nothing worse than having nowhere to sit. What are the highs and lows?
This is an issue that really intrigues me. I was raised by a true "cool mom" who, if I asked, would let me skip school, thought a B grade was great, and when we got depressed and wanted to lie down for a few months, was like "Sure, I understand." I think because she has worked with so many troubled youths, the fact that my sisters and I showered and didn't try to set the house on fire made her feel we were fine. But once I forged my way into the real world, I saw that a thicker skin and good penmanship - for starters - may have helped me along the way. I think a lot about how to be loving to Vivien and make her feel solid in herself, while also toughening her up for the real world... See more on www.coolmom.com.
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