Well, I went off to dinner with a friend, leaving the Ex to play Tooth Fairy after G went to sleep. Things did not go smoothly to say the least. When I arrived home, the Ex was blogging about the evening’s tribulations. It’s both hilarious and heart-breaking. Rather than paraphrase, I’ll let you read about it directly. Head on over to the blog to find out what the Tooth Fairy and a mobster have in common.

To solve the problem of not just finding sitters but scheduling them too, SittingAround is going to be releasing a new sitter scheduling product in the next few weeks. I can’t wait. I know it’s going to dramatically improve life for millions of families.

Want to be one of the first we let in? Leave your email address here and we’ll send you an early invitation as soon as we open up!

I am so honored to have been selected as a ‘Champion of Change’ — a young CEO working to make a difference. I went down to DC last month and participated in a panel discussion at the White House, giving advice to aspiring entrepreneurs and talking about my experiences starting SittingAround. I was there with 9 other entrepreneurs who are each doing incredible things, including Jennifer Donogh, founder of the Young Female Entrepreneurs.

Despite miserably small shoes (you have no idea…) and no Barack sightings (though I did catch a glimpse of Bo), it was an amazing time. Here’s the video from our panel discussion on youth entrepreneurship.

In the spirit of this summer’s adventure, here’s another Alec Baldwin / John Krasinski gem. You’re welcome.

Flash forward twenty years and it seems G has gotten the bug. Lately, he has been commandeering every piece of printer paper he can find, producing multiple books per day. Sometimes he will transcribe the story himself; others, he will get frustrated with his inability to spell quickly and enlist the spelling skills of the Ex or me.

His latest piece is actually a compilation called, “The Days.” It will have (when finished) 30 stories — “one for each day” (presumably in a month). Each story involves a family and what they do on that day. The words are G’s own and he of course does the illustrations himself. I need to scan images of this book and post them up — it’s adorable beyond words and fills me with pride.

“You know, Mommy wanted to be an author when I was your age,” I told him.

“Are you an author now?” he asked.

“Well, no…”

“Why not?”

I decided it was best not to launch into a conversation about abandoned dreams and changed the subject. Thankfully, he didn’t press me on the topic — he had stories to create.

You can imagine my elation, then, at being quoted in an article on entrepreneurial fashion in last Sunday’s paper. (Imagine if you were quoted in the bible. It’s THAT awesome.) My words of wisdom to fellow entrepreneurs – don’t try too hard. No suits, no stockings. And nothing that requires ironing or dry cleaning…or god forbid, both. Your product should speak for itself. If you need to wear fancy clothes to impress someone, your product isn’t good enough.

Check out the full article here.

Just watched Bethenny Ever After. She reminds me of you!

At first, I recoiled. How could my mother think that? Based on the one show I’ve seen, it is clear that Bethenny is a stubborn, opinionated, loud Jew who likes fancy things and bossing boys around. (After I finished my recoiling, I proceeded to phone the kettle and call it black.) Sure, I have my bouts of superficiality. And yes, G is cute, but damn it, look at ME!

But comparing me to Bethenny?! Come on, Mom – I’m at least five years away from Botox.

Sitting Around beta launched yesterday. As a thank you to beta users, all people who sign up during beta get free membership for life. We’re down to 71 30 spots left at the moment so go on over and sign up!

So, when I decided to start a company, rather than quit my full-time job, I did what any overachieving masochist would do — both. I could put in 50 hour weeks while also launching a start up, raising a five year old, and running a household, couldn’t I? Of course I could.

Until I couldn’t.

This realization occurred earlier this morning. The day’s agenda looked something like this: wake at 6am, work until 8am, drop son at school, workout for an hour, work all day, meet with a local VC firm, pickup son from school, make dinner, go to an open house at my son’s new school, and then work until I go to sleep. I was frantically rushing G out the door so that I’d make my workout and had no time to spare. He was moving fairly quickly but got waylaid contemplating which color of finger paint he should bring to school.

“Just choose one,” I snapped. “We have to go NOW.”

He pouted down the stairs, no paint in hand, and started putting his sneakers on. “You’re mean,” he said.

He was right. I was mean. The stress of all the things I had to do was bubbling up. It was workout time on my schedule, not parenting time, and I was frantically trying to keep my day on track so I could get it all done. In making time for everything, I didn’t have enough time for anything. Each commitment was encroaching on the next leaving no buffer, no flexibility for things not going exactly according to plan. Worst of all, I was applying that rigidity to parenting. And my son was suffering.

It was a realization that I have to make some changes. I’m not yet sure what or how, but, as the title of this post says, something’s gotta give.