Divine Secrets of a Domestic Diva

Well, after the Horrible Holiday Gift Guide and Bad Mother's Day Gifts, it seems only fitting that I found some equally awful gifts for the Dads in your life. This, of course, is especially true if you actually received any of the products from eit (via 10 Bad Father's Day Gifts)

As always, it's last minute preparations for me. Driving down the road just this week, I noticed a billboard indicating that the Rapture was happening this Saturday, May 21st, and as usual, I have nothing to wear! For some reason my mind must hav (via 6 Things to do for the Rapture)

This is an automated post. If you are viewing this post, it is because I got Raptured, bitches! Who knew?! You may still have time! Read my last post, 6 Things to do for the Rapture. It worked for me!   I'll put in a good word f (via Who knew?)

I roasted a whole chicken with all the fixings, and the kids and I sat down to dinner. I hadn't finished half of my food before Joey asked for seconds, and specifically for another piece of chicken with "the skin on it too." Jake immediately (via What came first? The pig or the hotdog?)

In the event any of you still thought I was even a little bit normal, here's the video proof I'm not. Yesterday, I told you how my muffin top was mentioned in the LA Times (no, really it was). Well, move over muffin top, here comes leopard toe. (via Move over Muffin Top, here comes Leopard Toe)

If you're looking for a list of crafts and games to do with your kids, this is not the list for you. This is what you'll really need to get through the week and is in no particular order. 1. Motrin: Although I should be on a barrage of medicatio (via A Mother's Survival Guide to Spring Break)

I ran a post last month titled "Toddlers vs. Assholes" where we explored how some behaviors, when exhibited by a toddler or young child (we'll say under 8yrs old), that are considered appropriate because of their age. When you take these same behav (via Toddlers vs. Assholes...Continued.)

As I approached the edge of the devastation, I could see the bodies lying everywhere. It seems the creatures had not spared anyone. The dead lay out in the open, in the trees, and really, just about everywhere I looked. The young, the old, and ev (via That's not Barney)

I have an opportunity to cross an item off my Bucket List. Blake, my favorite stylist, and one of the only people talented and qualified enough to attempt to style my hair, has offered to make me a blonde. Holy shit. I've had high lights, but nev (via Cloudy with a chance of afros)

I'm not normal by any means, so if we're looking at a nature versus nurture scenario, my kids have two strikes against them from the start. Sometimes they do things too that make me wonder if I should be a little "worried." Maybe it's their genet (via Bad Baby Cook)

I should take a lesson from my five year old son, Joey, and start using our Wii Fit Plus. His latest obsession is the 10 minute running game. Today was another freezing cold Mid-Atlantic day that forced us to stay indoors. Does that mean that (via Run, Forrest, Run!)

"Mom? Where are you? Mom, hellooooo? Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Jake called without taking a breath. I held mine. "Don't even breathe, Susan...just be still," I cautioned myself knowing my serenity was hanging by a string. I wondered what they wa (via Where's Mommy?)

After an overwhelming response to the post, "How One Pair of Men's Extra Large Thong Underwear Sparked a Holiday Tradition" I decided that since I had already selected my horrible gifts for this year's exchanges that I will help you all out as well.� (via Terrible Gifts for the Holidays)

There's plenty to stress about this time of year, and for me taking my kids pictures in Christmas outfits for my annual holiday cards is not one of them. Every year I just take their pictures and put the best or the worst on my annual cards. It s (via The Joys of the Season)

How one pair of men’s extra large thong underwear sparked a family tradition

I need Professional help. Many of you already know this, but yesterday, in the parking lot of Acme (my local grocery store), it became painfully obvious to me as well. Yesterday morning started like most others, way too early and with a million th (via Wanted: Professional Help)

I closed the door behind me and stood in the small empty room for a moment just absorbing the silence that comes from being alone. A moment to myself these days is rare to come by, at least before bedtime. Showering usually buys me 15 minutes or so (via TGIF)