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My daughter had to have a stranger perform the Heimlich on her this past Sunday at dinner. It was a terrifying few minutes that felt like hours. She had been talking with friends of ours and eating chips. Well, she laughed as she was chewing and a chip got lodged down. She could gasp in, but nothing could come out. I looked down at the table and saw her standing, hand to her throat and her face bright red. “Matt, she’s choking.” I said. Matt rushed to her and tried multiple things to help, but nothing was working. The restaurant was silent. I was on the other side of the table, hand to mouth, tears streaming and frozen in place. “Matt, you have to do the Heimlich!” I managed to call out. Tha

But what about dad shame?

A few weekends ago, I was exhausted. I had a crazy week leading up to it, and by the time the weekend came, I was out of it. I was also in the middle of a very good book. One that I was really into. So, do you know what I did? I spent all morning Saturday lying on the couch, reading my book. We have a nanny that comes and helps us because of my husband’s travel schedule, and this Saturday, I just let her take the kids and go. I didn’t use that time to clean the house, I didn’t do laundry, I didn’t make muffins or cookies or prepare dinner, and, I didn’t work out. I sat and read. Let me tell you, it felt glorious, at first. When the kids got home for lunch, I realized that same list I just wr

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