Regarding the swearing, I love it. First, of course, it’s obviously part of who you are, not some intentional affectation for no good reason. But the other thing is that as an at-home mom, I feel like I’m always censoring myself. I can’t do or say what I want because of little eyes and ears always trained on me. It’s nice to see a reminder (from a fellow mom) that you can still act like a grown-up.

So on a related note, I love the advice column thing and will totally read it here. I am too lazy to look in another place and appreciate the laziness of you and your readers insofar as it makes my own laziness easier.

And here’s a slightly serious question, though I think you can address it with your trademark(ed) humor. As a parent, particularly one who stays at home ALL DAY EVERY DAY, how you do create space in your brain for your grown-up self? I mean, there’s the “you” who is all wholesome and a good role model and insists that the 3-year-old not squish his head into your breasts every time he wants to snuggle (well, maybe yours doesn’t require that reminder, but mine does). And then there’s the “you” that would like to use those boobs recreationally, at least every once in a while, who swears and maybe really wants a cigarette sometimes even though you quit more than six years ago, who wants to feel irresponsible and sexy and grown up–and not grown up in a “wow, I remind me of my mother” kind of way. How do you manage that balance?

Is that way too heavy a question? Sorry, I’ve been packed into a pop-up trailer with my husband and three kids for 11 days and may be in need of some post-vacation therapy. But I look forward to the advice column, swears and all!

That’s an EXCELLENT question.

And that baby is absolutely smooshably adorable. I just want to squeeze her! Don’t worry, I really wouldn’t, but babies are great!

Aw, thank you. Mimi is totally smooshey.

Now I just need to come up with a way to have them able to be submitted anonymously.

The WHOLE REASON I got into the blogging community was because I read the columns of a fabulous girl writer and had to have more…so I looked up her blog. You can check her out here: erin-obrien.blogspot.com.

Check it out.

Good call, yo.

I love everything you write. And I’m not just saying that to get into your pants. Probably.

P.S. Mimi gets cuter every day.

Coco, you can get into my pants any time you want.

I can absolutely see that. Makes sense to me.

That was post-stitch removal! She freaking rules.

Dear Aunt Becky:

When you’re 7 weeks pregnant and and are SO.FUCKING.EXHAUSTED that you can’t see straight, and then your two year old starts screaming because the PAPER fell off his GRANOLA BAR, and you start crying because you don’t know how you are going to handle TWO children, and all I want is FUCKING BEER, how do you keep from going insane?

This one is easy: I laugh. And then I cry. And then I laugh. But I bet I can answer it with lots more words.

Well, thank you kindly. We’ll see how it pans out, you know?

P.S. I love parentheses so the more you use the better. I’m just saying.

My daughter looks like a mini version of my father. Which is sort of creepy. But thankfully, I love my dad, or that would be TOTALLY awkward.

And I think The Daver is going to set up something for you guys to be able to anonymously submit questions.