My oldest son is just beginning his college search process. Countess opportunities await him and I’m hoping his college experience is much different than mine was.
Tag: working mom
Having Kids Six Years Apart
As I am in my final weeks of my pregnancy, I find myself worrying about things that are out of my control. One big worry is the age gap between my daughter and her soon to be sibling.
Desperately Seeking…
Although there is so much on my plate to fill my time, there is something missing altogether. Love? No. Fun? No. Sleep? Nope, I am even getting that (most weeks). It’s quiet – I have no quiet in my life.
I’m Just So Tired
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about my emotional and physical exhaustion. Here I am, two weeks later and I’m still so tired.
I’m Tired
I’m tired but I am a working mother. I need to go to work. I need to parent my children. I need to get up, every single day. I need to be everything for everyone every day. So I keep getting up. I keep moving. I keep doing. I drink pots of coffee. Someday I won’t be so tired. Right?
Scouting: Then vs. Now
When my daughter was about 4 years old, I started to notice Facebook posts of friends with kids around her age and the activities they were signed up for. Ballet, soccer, swimming – you name it. I started wondering if we should be signing her up for an activity too.
Step Off
Tonight a neighbor walked by and casually said, “Well now what are you going to do when you have three?” Right. She said it. Stone-faced and with… Read more “Step Off”
A Mom’s Summer To-Do List
As I think about the things we have not done yet this summer or things we have started but not finished (like redoing the girls’ bedrooms or figuring out what to do with the crocked path on the side of our house)… the end of summer blues set in, and I realize I have two weeks to left to finish my summer bucket list. Not happening.
Doing the Best I Can Do
Growing up I never thought I would marry or have kids. Not because I didn’t want that life, but I was convinced I would never find someone… Read more “Doing the Best I Can Do”
Accepting Myself and Cannonballs
It may seem like a small thing. Jumping into a crowded pool. But to me is was huge. All of me exposed. Cellulite and all. For everyone to see. Including the one person there who mattered: my daughter. She was the one that mattered. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize this.
