A while back I tallied how much I spent in childcare since Savannah was born. When I tried to share the figure with a single mom friend, she stopped me. “Don’t! It’s too depressing,” she barked.
She was right. But, oh, the things I could have done with that money. Bought beachfront property in the Hamptons. Got a boob job, facelift and a lifetime supply of Botox. Opened an orphanage in India and saved thousands of homeless children. Instead, I paid for college girls to sit on the couch and text their boyfriends.
Lipstick and Playdates 