Producer, Writer, Actress, Creator of MomCaveTV.com, frequent eater of Reese's Cups
Jennifer Weedon Palazzo is the creator of MomCaveTV.com, an online network of comedy shows for moms including Slummy Mummy, Slacker Mom, Double Leche, Blabbermom, and MomCave LIVE. When she’s not writing about the funny side of being a mom for sites like Scary Mommy and Mamalode, Jennifer can be found eating Reese’s Cups while furiously bidding on vintage clothing on eBay. She splits her time between Manhattan and the Berkshires with her husband, Evan, bandleader of The Hot Sardines and their two kids. Follow her on Twitter @MomCaveTV and visit https://www.youtube.com/MomCave.
Why are parenthood and professionalism so often at odds? In the almost seven years that I've been a parent myself, I've struggled with this dynamic. Having to call in sick because your baby is puking or your sitter didn't show. Hearing whines and whoops as the soundtrack during business calls. These sorts of things are highly frowned upon in the business world.
Ah, holy hell. It's holiday gift giving time. And if you're a slacker like me, that means a last minute rush. As if having to roast an overstuffed bloated bird while squabbling children run underfoot...
I love to host dinner parties, but I really don't like doing all the work. My husband is this huge foodie. I make a gourmet meal almost every day. To be honest, I like to eat well, and he does do his fair share of the cooking, but after a while, I'm over it! (Especially when he NEVER does the dishes, even when he cooks.)
Once again, Father's Day has completely snuck up on me. Yeah, yeah, I know it comes the second Sunday in June every year. But, see, I'm too busy being a MOTHER to have time to remember such things. So...
Maybe you have time to scour Pinterest for healthy recipes and beautiful home decor. I do not. And let's be honest, even if I did, I'm too lazy to waste valuable free time "working" at home management. I'd much rather binge watch The Walking Dead while binge eating Reese's Cups.
My mother is visiting this week. Last night, after putting my son to bed, I lowered my pregnant self onto the sofa and revved up the DVR. Mom said she didn't care what we watched. So I clicked on the newest episode of AMC's "The Walking Dead." As the credits rolled, she stared at me in horror. "This is your favorite show? Isn't it about, like, zombies? How could you possibly relate to or enjoy a show about zombies?" Quite easily, in fact.