It is widely accepted that honesty is the best policy. I, however, do not agree. Early in my career as a mommy-blogger, I addressed this topic in a post I wrote about an exchange that took place twenty-five years ago between me and my then three year-old son. (NOTE: I was eight months pregnant at the time.)
“Mommy…”
“Yes?”
“I’m thorry to tell you thith, but your butt’s pretty big.”
(See NOTE above.)
“Sweetheart…”
Nearly a decade ago this full-time housewife, mother of two and Dancing with the Stars fanatic launched a blog called Just Another Ordinary Day. My not-so-hidden agenda in blogging was to become famous… not paparazzi-infiltrating-suburban-neighborhoods famous… just famous enough to garner an invitation to join the cast of celebrity contestants on DWTS. Fast forward five years.
Meet Lulu, our new puppy. 
In case you’re wondering, it is possible to bring a dog with you to a dance competition. I’m not talking about cloistering your furry friend away in a crate in your hotel room while you hit the dance floor. No. No. I mean actually taking your dog into the ballroom while you are competing. I’m not talking about one of those toy breeds that fit in your purse. IOur Lulu is a regular 35-pound-bad-breath-in your-face pooch. It’s not easy, but
If you like The Dancing Housewife, you might like my other blog, Just Another Ordinary Day. You also might find it interesting that when I first launched it, I was obsessed with Dancing with the Stars so there you have it. I was intrigued by ballroom dance way before I ever set foot on a dance floor, but wait. It gets better. For reasons I cannot even begin to explain, I was so obsessedwith Dancing with the Stars, I actually fantasized
I rarely take social media quizzes, but I took this one and… SHUT. THE. FRONT. DOOR.
They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but apparently you can. Check it out.
Like I said. Old dog. New Tricks. Word.
Obviously I’m not a dog-turned-human, but the truth is the Old Dog version of me spent more time and resources grooming the family dog than I did grooming myself because that’s what moms do. We put everybody – including the dog – first. There are