I've Found It's Better To

Every Time I Get Something Under Control In My Own Life, The World Provides More Material.

In The '80s, I Thought I'd Be A Success As A Woman If I Were The President Of A Billion Dollar Company, Had A Sensitive Soul-mate Husband, Two Bilingual Children, Buns Of Steels, And A Compost Heap. In The '90s, I Pretty Much Feel I'm A Success If I Can Get Through The Afternoon Without Eating A Cheesecake.

Food, Love, Career, And Mothers, The Four Major Guilt Groups.

All Mothers Have Intuition. The Great Ones Have Radar.

Where's My Tax Form? Where's The File That's Supposed To Hold My W-2 Form And Interest Statement? Where's The Mileage Log I Specifically Asked Be Kept Last Year?? Where's The Monthly Check Summary? And Who's Been Stuffing Visa Receipts In The Aluminum Foil Drawer??!! How Embarrassing. I'm Surrounded By Idiots And I'm The Only One In The Office.