Jennifer White - Mommy No Bucks
Coincidentally, after talking about my Broke-Ass birthday coming up, another Broke-Ass mom friend of mine (Yes, that’s right folks, I finally made a “mom friend”) had her birthday last week. Of course, I had to ask her what she did on her birthday. She should be proud; it’s quite Broke-Ass-ish.
My birthday is coming up (no, it’s not my 1/2 birthday as this photo would indicate) and people keep asking me what I want. Apparently, I’m difficult to shop for – the problem is that all I want every year is for people whom I care about (and it’s a
‘Can a Broke-Ass Mom change careers and be a SAHM? That’s what I’m trying to find out. As I stated in my intro to the Broke-Ass world, I traded in my high heels for some Keen sneakers, my stockings for yoga pants, and my purse for a backpack all to
Today I had to give myself a time out. With only one nap this week, my husband working late every night, and constant “Why?” questions from my son, any Broke-Ass Mom would need a time out. We don’t have the luxury of jetting off to a facial, or a massage,
I’m smelling a slight stench coming from the direction of my armpits, and I suddenly realize that it’s not my son’s dirty diaper, or some food gone bad that might be lodged in our couch, it’s my sweatshirt. I’ve worn it five days in a row now. I can’t help
A brand new collection of Broke-Ass Stuart's writing made up of some of his most famous pieces and new things never before published.
Nothing says Broke-Ass Mom more than homemade straight from the earth (or your compost in this case) chicken stock. This has got to be one of the more Broke-Ass things we do around here (besides playing with cardboard boxes on rainy afternoons). If you don’t make your own stock what
Last week my son and I hitched a ride to NYC on the coat tails of my husband’s business trip. My husband and I debated for days over whether to bring a stroller and a baby carrier or just the carrier. We opted for just the baby carrier. The last