Kristi Pahr

I feel like if I’d started earlier, had my first kid at 28 instead of 34, maybe I’d be a little less tired right now. Maybe I’d be a more fun mom if my knees didn’t sound like small arms fire every time I tried to run with my son. Maybe I’d be a better mom if I was younger. But I don’t think so. My kids? They’re awesome. And I’m the mom they have, so I must be doing something right, old or not.

“Is she Black or white?” I asked another mom who was describing a little girl in her son’s class that she thought my family might know.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

I found my first gray hair when I was 12 years old. Twelve. I had gray hair before I had a period.

When my oldest son was a baby, my husband and I used to talk about what sports he would play.

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.