I love my kids, I just hate parenting
This weekend, we decided to go on a getaway up to Maine. Leaving from CT, where we borrowed my parents car, it’s about six hours each way. Maybe we’re trying to cram in as much New England as possible before we head down south. Maybe we just want to get a taste of all theRead more about Zombie Post: Hell in a Carseat[…]
I am what some people might call a bit of a curmudgeon. If I am in a mood, it doesn’t take much to frustrate me and set me on edge.
Thankfully, my son is the perfect antidote for that tendency, with his unique ability to refocus my perspective and make me happy. He’s not a panacea, but my experience this past weekend visiting Sesame Place, the Sesame Street themed amusement park outside of Philadelphia, showed me just how much good he does for my daily mood and overall outlook.
Because holy shit that place is a nightmare.
For the second Zombie Post, I’ve chosen another one from before my son was born more than two years ago. The possibility of relocation was on my mind then, because a kid was about to arrive and, as a child of the suburbs, raising my son in New York City never seemed ideal. So IRead more about Zombie Post: Relocation Revisitation[…]
This Fourth of July, Mom and Buried and I are faced with a bit of a dilemma. The same one we are faced with everyday, really.
We want to celebrate our country’s birth in style by getting drunk out of our minds.
But we have a kid. They should call it “Lack of Independence Day”.
This holiday weekend marks the beginning of the summer season. Everyone agrees that summer is fun, right?
Of course, when you have a toddler, summer isn’t quite the same as it used to be.