Category Archives: Kids
I, too, feel crushed by the weight of the unending stream of dirty laundry. Having kids was actually my ploy to get someone else to do the household chores. Instead, they are sleeping on the job!
He’s not. The remote in his hand is for the ceiling fan. Frankly, I find the ceiling fan more exciting than football. Not sure he did, though.
I remember those nights as an assistant account executive, when I’d be nearly falling asleep at my computer in my cubicle, running on a dinner of buttered microwave popcorn. Mostly, I tried to make sure I remembered my pants, of course. And I never stayed there all night. Ten points to people who can …