Until now, I thought that the case was closed on Momzillas– they exist, the rest of us get overmothered and suffer. Rinse. Repeat. That was it– I would sight Momzillas,…
When enjoying a lovely autumn day, you never think you’ll be attacked by a Momzilla. But then again, no one in that sleepy New England town thought they’d have Jaws…
I feel like I’ve been through a meat grinder: for some reason this weekend was exhausting and I don’t know why. But you know there is something up when two…
In my Momzilla entries, I have hoped to expose the seedy underbelly of the moms who mom too much; that is to say that I want to highlight the obnoxiousness…
I’ve been hemming and hawing, wondering if I should write about this particular Momzilla-ish woman. Usually, momzilla-bashing for me ranks up there with eating ice cream and making fun of…
Friday must have been Cosmic Momzilla Bare-Your-Claws day. But then again, you be the judge. I’ll merely report: Momzilla Sighting #1: Upon returning from a foofy baby boutique in town…
Also known as, Momzilla, Part deux A while back I wrote an entry about women who mom too much, a.k.a. Momzillas. I was, however, SO scared of the Momzilla that…
I think I mentioned earlier that I’ve been geeking out big time in a mommy board. It’s really more fun than I ever expected it to be, to be perfectly…
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