I just can't seem to make myself care about what I look like when I am working out.

I've had a little bad, bad media luck the new year. Well, apparently I'm dating Bill Clinton, which makes me nervous. I didn't know, though.

We can't have iPads until after 7 p.m. Otherwise the entire day is, "iPad time? What about now?" It makes me crazy. And no TV on weekend mornings.

Kids think the world is about them, so if you forgot to put the right flavor yogurt in their lunch, and they have too much homework when they come home, they're like, "You know I hate peach!" There's a part of me that's like, "I'm so sorry. I could have shown my love more."

We've had four or five casts in three years. There was a point when I thought the Department of Children and Family Services was going to show up at my door!

As a matter of fact, I get a little concerned about some of my anti-social habits.

Kids don't seem to recognize when they're hungry until they're starving and in the emergency zone, so I'm like, "Who wants some apple slices and cheese?"