Bet you thought I had been taken hostage by one giant louse since I've been silent this week...but alas, no. It's just called "that magical time of the year in which I'm so busy I forget to wear underwear unless I put a sticky note on my mirror." "Or unless someone dares me." "Or unless I lost it somewhere questionable in college." But those are all other posts for other days.
Today I'm psyched because BlogHer, the publishing network that promotes women in social media (which sounds so much better than "moms who write about poop"), syndicated an old post of mine. This means they'll promote it for me, which ROCKS.
So yay! Please take a look by clicking here!
I just read your post and I have to tell you that I could have written it. And my son's name is Jack.
ReplyDeleteIf it makes you feel any better I didn't get a "fist pump", I got a "Really?!?!" accompanied by a wide-grin. He felt like he'd won the lottery and I felt like wash-up contestant on the bachelor.
You rock, sister! Glad Blogher sees that, too. Happy Holidays!!
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