Being very real with you right now, there are periodic moments in my life when I’m convinced that I’m still pretty cool.

It’s usually when my kids aren’t around and I’m wearing something cute and I say something to another adult and they reward me by laughing on my comment. My kids don’t reward my bon mots with as much laughter as they used to and it hurts, man, it stings, you know?

More frequent are the moments I catch myself doing something so freaking Mom-ish I should be cited by whomever is patrolling these things and trying to keep women like me from turning into our mothers forever. That being said, I’m turning myself in to the following transgressions that have occurred since summer started:

So, yeah.