Are we the only ones that have a silent costume contest for Halloween every year?
I remember the first time I realized I was being underpaid: It was early in my career when my male colleague casually mentioned his salary to me like he was talking about the weather outside and I totally shut down. I remember feeling disturbed and confused. Confused that he told me. Confused that I made…
We see those posters everywhere. You know them. Live, Laugh, Love; Keep Calm and __enter phrase here__; Just Hang In There! (…Okay, Just Hang In There with Cat is a throwback and totally acceptable in my home.) Oh, and those trendy letter felt signs. You know them; they’re in every IG feed.
Remember a time when you decided you’d breastfeed for years, or that you’d wait till your child was going for their Masters before allowing them to watch tv? You were only to feed them purees from vegetables grown in your backyard organic garden. And cloth diapers. Cloth diapers were everywhere.
Raising children is comparable to your first year at college. You’re always fantasizing and striving to impress everyone–the professors, the students, the faculty, your parents even if you deny it. Then the poopsplosion happens.
A few months ago, my family and I packed up our belongings and moved across the country. While we did our best to ensure that all of our precious belongings made it onto the moving truck, some things we could not take with us–like all of our friends.
…what is the difference, really? Luckily, one usually cleans up after themselves a bit better. One usually thanks you with hugs and nose kisses. And occasionally one provides you with additional funds based on good work. I’ll let you pick which is which, but I will say, if your baby is giving you money, please let me in on that.
We are Agatha & Christina--two moms that met at a playdate shortly after resigning from our creative marketing jobs. We never expected to find inspiration in the middle of a room full of sticky toys and toddlers–but that’s exactly what happened. Read More.