It was like a scene out of Stephen King's Cujo only with bees instead of a dog last weekend when a mom was trapped in her car in Manhattan alone with her 6-month-old while 10,000 bees (!!) swarmed outside. Is that a nightmare or what?

It all happened on the Upper West Side of Manhattan when a mom and baby were in their car. The queen bee landed on the passenger side mirror and all of her bee followers soon came to the same mirror and tried to set up a colony.

The end result weighed three pounds and it took a professional beekeeper to rescue the trapped mom and baby. See below:

I know what you're thinking. A video about breastfeeding, that's just for women who breastfed. WRONG! No mommy wars here! Cross my heart and hope to die. The hilarious LA Women who created the so-called "breastfeeding anthem" Life Givers know the truth about what delivering a child does to you.

It changes you. And I'm not talking about some kumbaya, we're all part of the great circle of life change here, Moms. This amazing body that gives life kicks some serious butt in the whole mystic "how did she do that?" sense. But face it: our boobs take a beating!

Or as LA Women member Jennifer Tracy sings, "I always dreamed I'd be a beautiful fair princess with a bust size of a C ... now my boobies hang so low, they're staring at my feet."

There are things that happen to some women when we become mothers. Sometimes we cut our hair real short or we no longer wear heels everywhere we go. Maybe we start preferring yoga pants over jeans and we stop wearing makeup. These things don't really mean anything. You're still beautiful with no makeup and short hair in yoga pants with flip flops. But the one thing that does concern me is that too many mothers become martyrs for their kids. 

Far too many moms skip "me time." Maybe we feel we don't deserve it or we can't find time. Some feel too guilty to take it, like we shouldn't ever be away from our kids. Little by little, day by day, we lose ourselves.

A lesbian couple who gave birth to quadruplets in two pairs in Florida is struggling to make their family all legal. Though each carried two of the babies conceived from one mother's eggs, each mom is legally the mother of two babies (the ones she carried), but is facing a legal battle for the other two since gay adoption is banned in Florida.

If it seems confusing, that's probably because it is. How on Earth can any state say what makes a family and if these babies do belong to each mom? It's absurd, but beyond the political, this story is compelling for another reason: the amazing sharing.

As unlucky as they are to be in Florida and facing this battle, they are so very lucky in another way. We straight mothers can scarcely begin to imagine what it must be like to share the physical burden of the first year of a baby's life.

We moms work hard all year round, so when Mother's Day comes around every May, we deserve a break. For me, Mother's Day is not a day for family time (that is every other day), it's a day for brunch, yoga, some shopping, a run here or there, and a night out with just my husband.

Sure, I love Mother's Day morning and being fussed over by my children, but generally speaking, I like solitude and peace and quiet on my Mother's Day.

I know I am sort of alone in this. Adriana Velez explains in her post why Mother's Day is a family day. And while I see her point, I just can't agree.

Bathing suit season can be a mom's worst nightmare and this has nothing to do with if she is in shape or not. Let's just think about what the typical woman without kids does in a bikini ... or even a one piece bathing suit. Imagine the sun shining down, a slight breeze in your hair, the smell of coconuts, and laying perfectly still with the sand in your toes soaking in the relaxation. Maybe you are working on a tan or reading a book or sipping a frosty beverage ... whatever it is you are doing, it's blissful. Perhaps you wade into the ocean or the pool to cool off. You have your sunglasses or your wide brimmed hat. You look good.

Now add kids. Kids make us contort our bodies in ways we didn't know possible. And that's why bikini season is really hard on moms.

Jenny Isenman writes about all things that matter to moms on her blog The Suburban Jungle, from erotic fiction to celebrity parenting. We love her and think you will, too.

Here, in honor of Mother's Day, she discusses a license to procreate and most of us moms can probably say we agree with her.

You need special credentials to drive a car, take out a book, get a credit card, but there are no prerequisites to raise a child?

I realize that high-schoolers, crackheads, homeless people, cheap hookers, and teenage pop stars should not be having children. I am not, however, taking a stance on moral or political issues; I’ll leave that (as I always do) to Paris Hilton.

When my OBGYN scribbled "advance maternal age" on my chart once my pregnancy test came back positive, I felt like stale bread. Rancid meat. It was really deflating despite the fact my stomach was rapidly growing because of the twins in my belly. I was old. This is reality. My reality also consisted of not being able to relate to Teen Mom at all. It was hard to deal, but I had no choice. There was no way I could get 20 years back.

It's quite irritating when assumptions are thrown around -- and this goes for anything, but especially when it comes to the touchy subject of age and women. See, I believe there is no one-size-fits-all answer for when is the best time to have a baby. I say, it all depends on the woman.

Older moms may be of advanced maternal age, but we aren't going to accept being considered stale, over, or out of time. I put together a list of 10 things that really annoy the crap out of us older moms. And no, we don't need a diaper ... yet.