Have a listen while you picture me on the phone in a hotel room in Las Vegas (where for some reason we took our kids on vacation) trying to sound normal while I sort and cram four people's clothes into separate dirty and clean suitcases, simultaneously shushing the boys and getting the evil eye from my husband, who is grumbling that we should have been on the road to Grand Canyon a half hour ago. Good times.

On BluntMoms, I have your in-depth guide to conducting a thorough yet secret investigation of playdates who claim their nasty cough is due to a mere little non-contagious seasonal allergy. We'll just see about that.