Old St. Nick might be making a list and checking it twice, but somehow I think his devotees will be the ones poring endlessly over their mile long wishlists, making sure that each coveted item is accounted for

Sponsored by KN: When you spend most of the workweek following the stiff guidelines that are part and parcel of the corporate culture, the idea of shedding panty hose and pointy pumps in favor of a dress code that stresses the idea of all things comfy and cozy can sound divine.

I like to think that when the impeccably groomed style magnate is running short on time, she has some techno savvy tricks up her perfectly creased, no pin-tucked, sleeve, like e-stationary from iomoi.

When I was a kid, there was nothing better than trick-or-treating with friends on Halloween - giving us a bonafied reason to rove the spooky streets, relentlessly ringing doorbells for candy and then capping off the adrenaline rush of running around at night by diving into our pillowcases literally bursting at the seams with the sweet spoils pillaged from what seemed like the entire neighborhood.

Like me, I'm sure you're armed to the teeth while out and about with the kids, thinking up ways to avoid meltdowns and full blown disasters be it with novel snacks tucked away in the diaper bag or licensed character band-aids in your briefcase.

I'm an overachiever in many ways, always motivated and driven, but somehow that all shrinks away into slacker territory when it comes to baby books.

Books are everywhere, from the overcrowded bookshelf in your son's room to the dog-eared offerings at the local coffee house to the slightly dusty stack on your nightstand that you've been promising yourself you'll read for about the past six months. Each is its own little investment, and believe it or not, makes an impact on the environment.

If you've got kids, then you definitely have better things to worry about than what went AWOL at the babysitter/daycare/school like that lost right sock, teeny tiny binkie

The internet can be this strangely double-edged sword. On the one hand, you'd think cutting down on the old-fashioned paper trail would keep you more organized, but a cyber trail thousands of megabytes longer can be even worse to keep in hand. 

Any mom worth her mettle will tell you that those leisurely days of chatty phone calls are over. Instead, they've been replaced by constant voicemail retrieval and two fussy kids (ok, so one of them is really your husband) who find it necessary to ask every question under the sun

I think Glynis Johns had the right idea when she marched victoriously through the Banks household at 123 Cherry Tree Lane in Mary Poppins to announce the dawning of the age of womankind.

If you've got kids heading off to summer camp, skip the snooze-fest tales of your own camping days and instead get them excited with Camp Lisa, the new release from 90s hipster-geek iconoclast turned Noggin fave, Lisa Loeb.

I think we can safely agree that we'd prefer our daughters to aspire to become more in life than a diva or a heart breaker. Which always makes me wonder about the proliferation of future diva and future heart breaker shirts for little girls. Think bigger, tee-shirt makers! I beg you...

It's the old Catch 22. I'd get organized if only I had the time, but I can't because I'm so totally disorganized. Surely that's not just me? See Jane Work is a working mom's dream: Mixing the best of the best of office supplies, agendas, organizational tools and storage solutions all in one convenient online shop. It's all fabulous looking too, with nary a manila folder to be found.

I never thought I'd become one of those new moms who admits to cutting corners on basic personal hygiene. I hate to say it, but finding the time to shower, let alone wash my hair, dry it, and tame it into a thing of exquisite beauty is just not on the calendar every morning.