Quick Hit: Poor Tom Keller

It’s Gosh I’m Tired O’Clock here and I had to just say thank you to The Vons family of stores. I had more fun than any woman could ever hope for, preparing a no cook dinner for four in their store this afternoon. I’ll tell you all about it another day. But I wanted to tell you a little bit about Tom Keller, he’s the president of Vons and was a charming host for us ten mommy bloggers (plus my mom) as he led us up and down the aisles …

Exploring Social Media: Viper

I don’t have a name for what is happening here online, I do know that strangers are coming together to form friendships and within the bounds of these friendships, actions are taken. I met Melissa once in Chicago and it was like finding your friend you’d been searching the world for. I didn’t need more of her than just those moments, nor she I. Melissa was recently in town for a taping of Dr. Phil so the kids and I met her for a quick dinner at Hollywood and Highland. …

Private School Tuition Is My Albatross

My kids are in a private school. My kids aren’t in private school because I believe so deeply in a tiered education system, or because I think they’re too gifted/talented/smart/special to be in school with the general population. We actually bought our home in part for the local school. My children are in private school because The Los Angeles Unified School District (LAUSD) is a colossal failure. We didn’t opt for private school when we found out that there was no art education or PE, we knew there would be …

The Wall

I’ve picked him up from the airport. I love him, I’m so happy to see him. My body defied me. I’m a heap of exhaustion after eight days of heat wave and parenting. It’s been over 100 degrees for the past five days, and though I’m absolutely delighted that my husband is home, it’s not primarily that I want to be with him. It’s because I cannot stand one more solitary moment of being a single parent. I can’t break up fights, listen to music, entertain or cajole. I can’t …

Reentry

We’ve named it reentry. Much like atmospheric reentry there is a certain amount of risk. Now that we are twelve years into marriage and almost eleven years into parenting, we have a solution. I leave the house. When the kids were tiny his job took him away much more than it does now. There would be several weeks each spring where he’d be gone and then another few weeks following that where the days were so long, that all we’d see of him was his laundry. The locations changed but …