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
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
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It was a typical Monday morning. My two-year-old son and I were on our way to the Safeway about a mile from our home with our BOB stroller. Thirty minutes and ninety dollars later we headed home with a gallon of milk, and three bags full of groceries. As I
With my husband travelling quite a bit lately, it’s got me thinking how does a Broke-Ass Mom survive without her Broke-Ass partner? (I also think about all you single parents out there, and every day I have a new found respect for you, really, you should all be proud of