I was waiting in the checkout line the other day in Target, reading the magazine covers. Among all teasers that promise you slenderness secrets, fashion forwardness and vixen vivacity, I found this little nugget:
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I spent the better part of Thursday morning waiting in an auditorium filled with parents and children. Just my luck, I happened to be seated in the row directly in front of two young ladies who have spent a few years honing their skills to near perfection in “teen speak.” Every now and again, I’d lean over to my daughter and mutter, “If you ever…..” After the first hour, I was begging for sharp implements with which to stab my eardrums and put me out of my misery.
I’ve been trying to get this “Urban Mom” thing down for some time now. The last time I was mom to a toddler, flannel was on the way out and the coolest thing out of Seattle was a coffee company that based its business plan on rabbit husbandry. Not to mention, I lived in the “sticks.” I did the retro version of parenting based on my own upbringing. It’s called, “Go outside and play!”
Okay, I know the “Not” in the title is a bit dated but I just spent the weekend looking at big hair pictures and barraged by 80′s music (eesh). Isn’t everything 80′s back in style now, anyways?
Motherhood is…. cleaning a never-ending expanse of tile floor on your hands and knees while a toddler follows you around with juicebox in hand.
I find myself uttering nonsensical nuggets of knowledge such as, “We don’t eat with socks on our hands.”


