How to Date Your Husband
It sounds easy enough. But once you’ve got young kids, it’s surprisingly difficult. There’s not much time, and babysitters cost a lot of money, and since it becomes such a rare occurrence to have a date, it puts all kinds of pressure to make it a really great date.
Add it all up, and it can be a tough job, dating your husband in the post-kid era. So here are some suggestions.


With Father’s Day approaching, I want to take a moment to celebrate the unsung paternal instinct. Even though it’s somewhat retrograde when stated explicitly, I feel like the notion of the mother’s instinct–some superior sixth sense that governs female parenting decisions–is still widely assumed.
As a tennis fan, I’ve been following the French Open, especially the human interest stories. The male world number one player, Novak Djokovic, won his third round match and then was greeted with the news that his first coach (the one who’d coached him as a child) had died. He was too upset to give a press conference.
One of my clients who is currently in a depressive episode told me, “I don’t have anything to look forward to. I’m just going through the motions.”
In my last post, I wrote about how to balance dreams and reality for ourselves, and for our children. I said that we have to help our kids calculate odds as they get older: Risk versus reward, where best to allocate energy, which dreams are likely to come true.
I met with a client today who I hadn’t seen in several weeks. She started telling me about her Mother’s Day–where what she wanted was peace and quiet, but what her kids needed was crisis management, and guess what won out.
It’s easy to catch a case of this: You see someone else’s life (or what you think you know of someone else’s life), and you think how much better they have it than you do.
A lot of us assumed bullying was over when we left high school. Turns out, it’s still happening in the workplace.
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It’s not the kind of thing you’re supposed to admit in polite company. But I know from my practice–and my own life–that it’s more common than we want to think.