I didn't throw up, not even a little!
Good Morning America was at my house today, to discuss what an Alpha Mom is. I can only hope that the final answer won't be "someone who makes a complete ass out of herself on national television."
How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
who Will Ruin Your Body, Destroy Your Life, Liquefy Your Brain,
and Finally Turn You
into a Worthwhile
Human Being.
Written by Alice Bradley and Eden Kennedy
W. W. Norton & Co.

Bright Sky Press
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At LET'S PANIC ABOUT BABIES, Eden Kennedy and I share our hard-won wisdom and tell you exactly what to think and feel and do, whether you're about to have a baby or already did and don't know what to do with it.
Good Morning America was at my house today, to discuss what an Alpha Mom is. I can only hope that the final answer won't be "someone who makes a complete ass out of herself on national television."
Reader Comments (30)
I'd love to imagine you doing the backwards talking thing:
GMA: Alice, what is an Alpha Mom?
Alice: Mom of Alpha am I.
I'm sure you were fabulous. I can't wait to see.
Did you chat with Charlie or Diane? How exciting!!!
I threw up enough for both of us.
I cringe at the thought of the nonsense my marble-mouth spewed today when they interviewed me.
Isabel
Will you let us know when it airs?
It's going to air Monday. I don't know when, specifically.
Also, I must agree with everyone who is enjoying your living room color. Also! Your house is bee-a-uu-tiful! Congrats, on both fronts!
P.S. Scurrying to set the DVR.
“How could one person be so awesome?”
And you answered with....you know.
PS: how great would it have been if Janet Taylor came to your house? Pretty great.
xo
I would never, ever, let a TV crew into my house. You could not pay me enough, unless it was enough to get an entirely new house and burn the old one to the foundation because I'm sure as hell not cleaning up after a gaggle of people like me.
However, I could never allow television crews in my house. Yikes!
I'll just keep my place filthy, thanks, because with a floor that shiny my boy would be sure to slip and break his head. er... again.