I’m literally giddy with excitement.  We are finally getting rain this week, and rain means rainy day activities.  It’s means I can finally stretch my Broke-Ass Mom rainy day arms, and whip out my special bag of tricks.  When my husband was at home with our son, he used to

I read an article this week about the “Must-Haves” for a nursery.  What really caught my attention was the fact that the author was claiming that these were the “essentials”.  And I thought, “Why not Broke-Ass this up for my readers this week?” Here is the list of essentials provided

Tuesday, January 2nd, snuck up on me like poop oozing out of my son’s diaper while we’re in the middle of story time at our local library, and there’s not a spare diaper in sight.  I had been looking forward to this day for literally weeks.  It was the day

I’m not sure I believe in New Year’s Resolutions.  I feel like they are just an additional way to feel bad about yourself by the end of the year.  Then you can look back and say, “Shit, I said I was going to lose how many pounds, and I’m up

I began this year’s shopping for my two-year-old by following my own advice:  buy only one or two great gifts for your toddler/baby because that’s all they need (if that considering the mounds of presents they’ve already received from their grandparents).  My husband and I decided what my two-year-old REALLY

This is actually a harder question than it may seem.  Something about giving birth to another human being makes you not need or want as much.  Or at least that’s how it feels.  It’s hard to separate your needs and wants apart from your family’s.  But for everyone’s sanity you

I thought I’d do a two-parter starting this week:  One part “What does a Broke-Ass kid want?” and one part “What does a Broke-Ass Mom want?”  You know what’s so great about kids?  Up until a certain age (I’ve yet to discover at what age this changes) kids love the