Lasagna and mom rage

I’ve been reading a lot about mom rage lately (70 MILLION RESULTS ON GOOGLE GO FIGURE). I wasn’t really connecting, because I had rage before I had kids, and now I’m medicated, so I don’t have rage but instead a tingly sense all over sometimes where I’m like, This is what anger feels like. Hmm. But…

Lasagna and catching my new husband masturbating in the shower

On Thursday, April 20, SJ and I got married. That day I worked until 2 p.m., threw on my wedding dress in the building’s bathroom, and took a Lyft to City Hall. SJ and I were dying to take pictures of ourselves with SJ holding his shotgun (a real-live shotgun wedding!), but we were pretty sure…