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Last minute playdate with a sancti-mommy? Surprise visit from your mother-in-law? Never fear. SLACKERMOM knows just what to do.

Last minute playdate with a sancti-mommy? Surprise visit from your mother-in-law? Never fear. SLACKERMOM knows just what to do.

This one felt different. It was closer to home than ever before. This time, my children are old enough to see the news and ask questions.

The next time someone says, “you can just adopt”, feel free to kindly remind them that adoption is much harder than one would ever guess.

To me, mom hair means hair that is way too long and far too neglected. I have not had a haircut since before my second child was born.

Learning to find my way home when I was lost, has allowed me to teach my three children that they, too, can go wherever they want to.

Four years ago, I spent a very rainy Friday afternoon in a temple sitting with other mourners as I listened to a rabbi say beautiful things about a friend I knew…

Loving like a mother is simply defined by the object of that love. When you love someone unconditionally, you love like a mother.

When we got our new house, we painted one of the rooms yellow. I always thought of it as the baby’s room. And then I had fertility issues.

My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”

Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.

I consider walking him right back to our house where he belongs because he is not ready for school. Still, I know the truth: He is plenty ready—I am not.

An innocent dinner exchange helped my kids learn about issues much more complex than chicken wings. Equality and equity.

Last minute playdate with a sancti-mommy? Surprise visit from your mother-in-law? Never fear. SLACKERMOM knows just what to do.

This one felt different. It was closer to home than ever before. This time, my children are old enough to see the news and ask questions.

The next time someone says, “you can just adopt”, feel free to kindly remind them that adoption is much harder than one would ever guess.

To me, mom hair means hair that is way too long and far too neglected. I have not had a haircut since before my second child was born.

Learning to find my way home when I was lost, has allowed me to teach my three children that they, too, can go wherever they want to.

Four years ago, I spent a very rainy Friday afternoon in a temple sitting with other mourners as I listened to a rabbi say beautiful things about a friend I knew…

Loving like a mother is simply defined by the object of that love. When you love someone unconditionally, you love like a mother.

When we got our new house, we painted one of the rooms yellow. I always thought of it as the baby’s room. And then I had fertility issues.

My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”

Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.

I consider walking him right back to our house where he belongs because he is not ready for school. Still, I know the truth: He is plenty ready—I am not.

An innocent dinner exchange helped my kids learn about issues much more complex than chicken wings. Equality and equity.