Because I revel in irony–particularly in the realm of politics, where sanctimony is served for breakfast, lunch and dinner–please enjoy this. Imagine: A politician criticizing another politician for doing something, and then getting caught doing it him/herself.

On the surface, Sarah and I might seem like we have little in common. She’s a world-famous comedian, actor and single woman. I’m a stay/work-at-home mom, a former TV news anchor, and married with multiple kids.

My biological nesting urge from my third pregnancy, combined with the coming onset of the new season, has resulted in me lately being inspired to purge our household. The goal isn’t to pare down to bare minimum, but rather to eliminate some of the visual noise from our house as we welcome another human into our home, and to free up some much-needed mental space to raise said child.

If you see me rocking back and forth in a random corner today, eyes closed and muttering soothing sounds to myself, it’s because I fear we are approaching a very not so easy milestone in our household these days.

There was a time not all that long ago where I thought I could change. I actually believed I could. I made promises. I dreamed big. I dug deep. I tried hard—so hard—to change my hoarding ways.

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Want to improve your mile time? Try putting shoes on a toddler every day, several times a day, for a few months. You’ll be doing laps around your house and whittle down to like a 6:30 mile in no time flat.

Welcome to Get Familiar, a new regular post where I get to share with you all kinds of crap from all over the internet. Yay!

Often when I overhear moms I know talking to their childless friends, they’re always all, “There’s no way to know what how crazy it is until you have kids yourself.”

Once upon a time there was a pregnant lady whose face erupted in a red and puffy rash so itchy and vile that she had to rush to urgent care for immediate attention, only to be told by the doctor that they couldn’t do anything about it because she was pregnant.