tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37448579650377456572013-05-18T01:18:34.844-04:00For the Love of God, Let Me Pee Alone: Celebrating the joys of motherhood.Guru Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10775521852206315002noreply@blogger.comBlogger981125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-11291580809206871792013-05-17T00:00:00.000-04:002013-05-17T00:00:08.890-04:00

This post is part of the series introducing you to my co-authors of the best-selling book "I Just Want to Pee Alone". This post is from my very, very good pals Ashley and Lisa at The Dose of Reality. I pink puffy heart love them. Then they sent me this post and based on the title I was like: "GROSS you guys, I'm all about personal preference but this is a family blog. You like back door

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This post is part of the series introducing you to my co-authors of the best-selling book "I Just Want to Pee Alone". Rebecca Gallagher is a blogger, mom, wife and poop scooper, not necessarily in that order. She writes at her blog, Frugalista Blog, which isn't about couponing. She likes movies, Daniel Craig, tea and lip gloss. She can be found driving her mini van to PTA meetings and heading

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This is the very first post in the series introducing you to my co-authors of the best-selling book "I Just Want to Pee Alone". This post was written by Kerry Rossow of the blog HouseTalkN (you can also find her on Facebook). Normally, she's really funny. But this post is not funny. It breaks my heart. May is Mental Health Awareness month. So many families struggle with mental illness and it is

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com96tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-61788836315837932722013-05-14T00:00:00.000-04:002013-05-14T00:00:08.395-04:00

I'm FINE! Where's the liquor at?! This is my busiest time of year. The seasonal clothing migration is STILL not done. The semester is ending and students are emailing me every five seconds about their grades. Every single possible kid-related activity is kicked into high gear AND LIKE A GENIUS, I was all "Sure! I'll help out with that!" Now please add in teacher appreciation week, two major

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-28387745716359267012013-05-09T00:00:00.000-04:002013-05-09T07:45:11.268-04:00

Today's post comes from reader Elizabeth Renker, who is a mediocre mom to three girls who will change the world someday, if they don't burn the house down first. She thought being a SAHM was hard, but it turns out being a SAHM to a kid with cancer is even harder. She shares her own rants at Confessions of a Mediocre Mom, where she discusses things like poop, wine, and losing her ever loving

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-52730985102652274212013-05-07T00:00:00.000-04:002013-05-07T08:12:11.414-04:00

Today I'm guest posting at Momastery. I'm pretty scared of what the reaction to the post is going be. By "pretty scared" I mean that there may be dry heaving involved. The Cap'n is worried that I'm going to get creamed for being a terrible parent. Even though the folks who read Glennon's blog are amazing and kind and wonderful (we're called Monkees, by the way, those of us who read Momastery)

Kate M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09061164768212443905noreply@blogger.com67tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-87473014550059862652013-05-06T00:00:00.000-04:002013-05-07T08:51:39.962-04:00

You know how we get a little crazy with our Give it Up projects? Well guess what we're doing now? We partnered up with Naughty Betty (the world's most awesome gift and greeting card company) to make a series of Mother's Day eCards for the Real World. Remember the Valentines for the Real World? These are like those only a million times more awesome. Because for every time you share these eCards

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-10683852457280875922013-05-05T00:00:00.000-04:002013-05-07T08:08:34.584-04:00

Last year, we decided to rethink Mother's Day. We ended up doing some pretty amazing stuff. This year, we hope you'll give it up all over again because it's time to hook some muthas up. This Mother's Day, we want to help women living in homeless and domestic violence shelters.  We're are in awe of the strength and bravery it takes to leave an abusive situation. To lose everything and rebuild

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-26958587429970619722013-05-02T00:00:00.000-04:002013-05-02T00:00:12.640-04:00

When I got this post, I was like YES! Fist pump! We need to share this.  And you guys, the very the last bit of wisdom at the end made me all sniffly. Because I've watched my own siblings grow up without their mom (my beloved step mom) and my amazing cousins have to do the same. And that advice just rang so true to me... So I present to you, the Domestic Enemies of the Widowed Mom. ------------

Lydia http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359308152002227423noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-2556740309725525042013-05-01T00:00:00.000-04:002013-05-01T00:30:45.373-04:00

Over the past couple of weeks, I've been posting conversations with my 4 year old daughter Mini that have been somewhat horrifying. I'm sure I will continue to post them as she never ceases to surprise me. Last weekend, for example, she woke me up at 6:00am by poking me repeatedly in the neck and whispering furiously: "Det up. DET UP NOW. Jesus is coming. HURRY UP MAMA, you know he only comes

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-246694201725986742013-04-28T10:44:00.005-04:002013-04-30T21:50:21.465-04:00

Last year I posted a graphic about how I believe that Mother's Day gifts are largely misunderstood. I decided to update it and share it again.  For Mother's Day, I don't want carnations or stuff from a jewelry store at the mall. I really just want an honest acknowledgement of gratitude from someone who gets how hard it is to be a mom. Who understands that it is meaningful, difficult,

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-85851964976337558842013-04-25T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-25T00:00:06.479-04:00

Today's post comes to you from our pal Dani at Martinis and Minivans. It's certainly a topic I can relate to. Although our dearly departed Kate put it best when she said: "My boobs used to be SHOCK AND AWE! Now they're like shock! And awwww....." ----------------------------------------------- I was recently trying on the ever-popular Maxi dress at a department store last week.  While in the

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Mini says things that are horrifying. She always has. She is one part sweet, adorable cupcake and one part iron-willed anarchist. Now that she is approaching the age where she is required to be civilized, I am attempting to crack down on her more and more. It's not working. Last Sunday, she was in full spirits.  She did not care what anyone said. She wanted to frolic. It was warm and sunny!

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-61582869325721070402013-04-22T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-23T12:10:56.983-04:00

UPDATE: Commenting for the give-away is now closed. WINNERS ARE BELOW. Do you guys know about the blog Parenting: Illustrated with Crappy Pictures? It's so awesome and hilarious. It's written by a woman named Amber Dusick who is incredibly sweet and nice. We've exchanged like 6 emails so I can say that with total confidence and authority. She was also the last blogger to win a certain bad

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-1482396771000044882013-04-18T01:10:00.000-04:002013-04-18T07:15:39.177-04:00

This post comes to use from our friend Julie. Here's what you need to know about her: Julie is the wrangler of a little girl who wears glasses and a fuzzy pink eye patch and a little boy who does neither. She also writes nonsense at ilikebeerandbabies.com. In her real life, she makes words sound good. In her superhero life, she saves kittens from burning buildings. Her parents think she is

Lydia http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359308152002227423noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-44030352270182668632013-04-17T07:44:00.000-04:002013-04-17T07:44:24.558-04:00

Mini and I have had a series of horrifying conversations recently. I've decided to document them for your amusement. Mini is four and a half. Now that's she's getting bigger I'm doing my best to tame her. It's not working. Here's what happened: Mini spied a can of ginger ale in the fridge. Why is there ginger ale in the fridge? I have no idea. Ask her father, he did the shopping that week. We

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-39151305860442619622013-04-11T11:36:00.004-04:002013-04-11T11:36:55.082-04:00

You know of my love for yoga pants, right? Do you share this love too? Watch this video. I saw it on my friend's Facebook feed and so of course I clicked through and watched it.  And then promptly lost 35 minutes of my life watching a bunch of this guy's stand-up videos. (To learn more about Tim Hawkins, click here. ) I like yoga pants. I like things that are stupid. Therefore, THIS SONG IS

Lydia B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15769694459218666561noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-74989500653999901962013-04-10T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-10T14:26:19.301-04:00

------- Warning! Today's story story is gross. Really gross. -------- A couple of years ago, I told you guys the story of when I threw up in a Five Guys bathroom while pregnant and in the presence of my two little kids. There's a part of the story I left out, though. The part where the entire thing is clearly my husband's fault. (If you haven't read the Five Guys story, it's right here.)

Lydia http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359308152002227423noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-22660715413770778732013-04-09T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-22T12:59:54.511-04:00

Last weekend was the first real weekend of Spring for us. The weather suddenly became beautiful and warm. Baseball games and practices of all kinds and parties and a parade and the seasonal clothing migration and school projects and yard work and everything under the sun all got crammed into 2 days. Do you remember when weekends were relaxing? I mean, it's gotten to the point where on some

Lydia http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359308152002227423noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-23459927267470665702013-04-08T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-08T09:16:58.823-04:00

I originally wrote this 3 years ago. BUT IT NEVER CHANGES. Every season the kids need their clothes swapped out and purged and it kicks my haunches without mercy. I'm currently, I am deep in bowels of laundry hell. I thought some of you could appreciate what it takes to keep our offspring weather appropriate. xoxo, Lydia ---------------------------------------------------------------

Lydia http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359308152002227423noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-57786270221981892152013-04-04T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-04T07:50:15.640-04:00

Ever since we started this series, we've been getting requests for this post. There are a lot of young moms out there who deal with a lot of Judgey McJudgersons. Please remember to keep your comments respectful, even if you don't agree with the author. ---------------------------------------------------- People often say to me, upon finding out that I have a teenager, “You look too young to

Lydia http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359308152002227423noreply@blogger.com67tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-5042976769460821842013-04-03T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-03T00:00:03.038-04:00

Last week was Spring Break here and we stayed home and tried to find fun things to do that didn't cost too much money. We went and saw some historic stuff, which was awesome. We went to the library, saw friends, played laser tag (Mini dominated because she is a heartless little mercenary), and we saw "The Croods".  You guys, I'm freaking exhausted. But one thing we did really wore me out. We

Lydia http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359308152002227423noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-79915004707295587942013-04-02T00:00:00.001-04:002013-04-02T08:00:36.947-04:00

My husband recently celebrated his birthday. Cap'n Coupon turned 43 last week and the kids and I got him a bunch of silly little presents. His birthday fell over Spring Break, which is both wonderful and kind of a shame. Because Spring Break does this thing to my family whereby the Cap'n and I start to be driven slightly insane by our kids. And them by us. And each other.  So on a few

Lydia http://www.blogger.com/profile/01359308152002227423noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-55419115851370789972013-03-29T00:00:00.000-04:002013-03-29T08:52:26.936-04:00

Oh yes, it's time for a round-up! Let's get all caught-up on what's happening with Guru. Did you know she is moving in a few weeks? Yeah! Except she has no where to go. Boo! So she is doing the opposite of nesting. And then Guru's son turned the big 3! And Guru discussed how his birthday is her real Mother's Day. Guru has surrendered to her coffee addiction during pregnancy and even found some

Guru Louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10775521852206315002noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744857965037745657.post-40514587831275574882013-03-28T00:00:00.000-04:002013-03-28T00:00:05.989-04:00

We got this email recently and we're asking all of you to help this woman (who is so obviously awesome). Check it out and if you have any good ideas for her, please leave her a comment. Dear Guru and Lydia, I need some advice. My husband is friends with a very nice man whose wife has a permanent case of raging B. I've tried avoiding them. Not hanging out in situations where they are there.

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