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It seems that we are surrounded by a generation of parents who cannot make a move without assessing the every desire of their offspring. And if you're a working parent, you often feel the pressure to fill up the limted time you have with your children with a dizzying schedule of classes and activities. Well, you can stop now. Why? Because we're the grown-ups, and we were here first. Go chill the glasses, and welcome to The Three Martini Complaints Department. |
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| Christie Mellor is the author of The Three Martini Playdate and The Three Martini Family Vacation. She has received enthusiastic reviews from dozens of media outlets, including Newsweek, People, US Magazine, Playboy, The Chicago Sun Times and The London Times. Christie lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two almost always perfect boys and a couple of high-strung ducks. She likes her martinis extremely well chilled. Visit her colorful website: www.christiemellor.com. | ||
Imagination and a Martini.
With the economy in the tank, I’m suddenly hearing more and more about the “staycation.“ As in, Honey, let’s stay at home this summer, instead of popping off to the Algarve, or driving to the Oregon coast. Or, in fact, driving our Land Rover to the beach, because that now costs about ninety bucks for the fifteen minutes it’ll take to get there. more
Eco Smackdown.
*A note from the author: Well, now I’ve gone and done it. I wrote this piece a few days ago, and was tinkering with it, when Amy Keroes, editor of Mommy Track’d, asked what my new topic was going to be. “Well, it’s a rant,” I said. Rather smugly, I’m sure. “About SUVs, and some other stuff.” And then she said, oh good, it would fit right in with Risa Green’s piece. Had I read Risa Green’s piece? more
Road Trip!
Being on the road with the family is a test of wills, a test of manners, and a test of endurance. But it’s summer! And isn’t it fun to pile in the car with a load of sleeping bags and a deck of cards? And doesn’t it add to the excitement when, an hour out of town, you start hearing that weird rattle coming from the front wheel-well? And isn’t it fun to take bets with your spouse on how soon the first “Are We There Yet?” is heard?
Toasts
Well, I guess it was bound to happen. There I was, reading an e-mail from a friend about how he and his wife, a few days before, had been sitting curled up on the sofa watching “Knocked Up,” when they suddenly realized it was their wedding anniversary. Not only had they forgotten their wedding anniversary, they realized that exactly a year before -- on their wedding anniversary -- they’d been watching “Knocked Up.” more
Mommy, Does This Make Me Look Fat?
I have sons, which shields me from some of the oddities of the young female set. Not to say that boys don’t have their own sets of peculiarities. But as the mother of boys, there are a few things I just don’t have to deal with. I know, I’m a girl, but there are some things I’m glad I don’t have to deal with. For instance, boys generally don’t have to change into new outfits several times a day. more
Martini Metamorphosis for HBO.
Well, we turned in the first draft of the pilot script for the half-hour HBO comedy, The Three- Martini Playdate.
The “we” to whom I refer is Wendy Goldman, a friend I’ve mentioned in a previous column. She was the one who originally thought my book would make such a good TV show, and happily, her agent agreed with her. And eventually, HBO thought so too.
The Situation.
Okay. We’ve recently had a situation. In our house. A situation, involving friends, their children, and hurt feelings. So, it’s my husband’s birthday, and he simply wants to watch a really bad monster movie – a movie he somehow had inexplicably never seen, a movie that had somehow flown under the monster movie radar – a must-see movie, called “The Giant Claw.” This may not be on anyone else’s “must-see” list, but now, we must see it. more
Were You Raised By Wolves?
It's not just because you enjoy my column or liked my first two books that I would encourage you to run out immediately and buy my new book, Were You Raised By Wolves: Clues to the Mysteries of Adulthood. more
Honey, I'm Home.
I’ve been a little remiss in my Mommy Track’d writing lately. Let me explain. A major change has recently occurred in my household, namely, my husband got a job. I mean, a job. A real job, where he, like, goes to an office. He’s a freelance copywriter and his work has stepped up lately, especially from one particular company. So they offered him a job. At an age when many men are looking ahead to their retirements, he’s joining the workforce. I am still reeling.
Chardonnay Swilling Whore.
Why do I hear so many mommies talk wistfully about loving motherhood yet “mourning” the person they used to be? Why do they have to mourn that person? Why aren’t they that person anymore? Has the simple addition of a child caused them to miraculously change from Chardonnay Swilling Whore to Beatific Saint Mommy? more
