There was anguish in her cries. And frustration. And sheer exhaustion. And yet the next day, there she was again, with breakfast on the table, school lunches packed, and our clothes laid out for school.
Time is a rare gift for any working mom. Where do we find the time to work, take care of our children, shop, cook, clean? As a… Read more “Taking Time for Self-Care”
I’m in a strange place this summer, caught between excitement and nostalgia. My only baby will start Kindergarten at the end of August. The public school world… Read more “One Moment, Please”
The following is a guest post from Christina Engel. Christina is a full-time paralegal, wife and mom. Her daughter Mollie was born in 2008, and her son Jacob… Read more “The Most Difficult Journey”
I have to be super stay-at-home-mom, not just regular great stay-at-home-mom. Just don’t make me stay at home…
And then it came. “Mommy, I have to go poop.” The dreaded words of any newly potty trained child. Because “I have to go poop” does not simply mean “I have to go poop.” It really means, “I had to go poop twenty minutes ago, so THIS.IS.AN.EMERGENCY.”
My husband and I say we are proud of our kids all the time, every day. We end the night with the phrase every night. We thought it was important. I think it still is… But today I asked Lucy if she was proud of herself (after a great day of school and being particularly helpful throughout the afternoon). She said, “no.”
But loving my husband in that way does not mean that we do not have bad days, or weeks, or months. It does not mean that I see everything he does through rose-colored glasses. It doesn’t even mean that I always like him or what he does. In fact, after ten plus years together, there are days when that man drives me downright crazy. And we argue. Boy, do we argue.
I am a teacher which means in the winter I often get the luxury of snow delays, dismissals and the ever-popular snow day. This winter we got… Read more “A Toddler Mom’s Snow Day”
I spend almost all my day caring for my kids or thinking of how I’ll care for my kids when I get home from work. I am… Read more “Momfession: Remembering What Used To Be”