I love my kids, I just hate parenting
If you’ve been listening to my podcast or following me on Instagram, you might know that we’ve been teasing doing a “controversial” episode. In an effort to get people to rate us on Apple Podcasts (PLEASE GO RATE US ON APPLE PODCASTS!), I swore that when we hit 100 ratings, we’d let listeners choose a controversial parenting topic for us to cover.
Well, we hit 100. And I let the listeners choose. And the listeners chose vaccinations.
Last weekend, my wife and I got a babysitter and went out to celebrate a friend’s birthday.
This picture was taken on the subway on the way to dinner. That’s my decidedly less glittery hand holding up Mom and Buried’s phone so she can properly apply her eyeliner (I assume it’s eye liner? Don’t @ me!).
For the record: she swears she didn’t realize the scarf matched her iPhone case, and I believe her, because she impulsively grabbed the scarf as we rushed out the door. She had to do her makeup on the G train; we weren’t working with a lot of time! But we’re parents.
We’re never working with a lot of time.
This post was sponsored by Tobacco Free New York State as part of an Influencer Activation for Influence Central and all opinions expressed in my post are my own.
When I was a little kid, it was Joe Camel. And the Marlboro Man. And candy cigarettes, especially the ones that actually blew fake smoke. It was action heroes and TV stars and even some athletes, believe it or not.
Smoking was cool. At least, that’s what they wanted you to think. And it worked. It’s still working, especially with e-cigarettes. But enough is enough. It’s time to sign the “Seen Enough Tobacco” pledge.
And I’m not a joiner, so this is a big step for me.
*My wife, aka Mom and Buried, originally wrote this piece for Today.com*
Some moments are seared onto your mind. For me, one of those was an otherwise normal day as a new mom to a beautiful four-month old little boy: the day that I got a call from my neurologist diagnosing me with multiple sclerosis.
When the call came, though I was already exhausted and stretched too thin as a new mom, I felt a wave of relief. Finally, I had an answer, after two years of knowing something about my body just didn’t feel right. When I hung up the phone, my husband and I hugged and said we’d figure it out. I had to stay the healthiest I could for this little boy who had entered my world just months earlier and broke my heart wide open.
Disclaimer: This post was sponsored by the makers of ibi.
As you know, I am the proud owner of two of the cutest kids on planet earth, and I love taking their picture. That’s partially because I like sharing those pictures on Instagram so I can make fun of them, and partially because, ya know, memories! And stuff.
All this is to say that my phone is almost always chock full of photos, which makes it hard to take new ones. And makes the prospect of losing my phone downright terrifying.
Which is why I’ve partnered with ibi.