As I sat in the living room, listening to my girls fight over a Mother’s Day gift they were working on in the next room over, I couldn’t help but feel like it was all for nothing. Here I was, not spending time with my children just so they could make sure I had a…
You know, looking back, I never really saw myself having children. Perhaps it was because I was always told by doctors that I would never be able to have children or maybe it was because I was frightened of bringing a kid into this crazy world we live in. And the times I did think…
We are only a week into the “Treacherous Threes,” as my 10 year old step-daughter calls it, but I am already feeling the shift from what I thought was the “Worst it can get 2’s” to “It will get worse 3’s.” Talk about walking on eggshells, I can’t do anything without totally ticking Arabella off…
You can’t. I know what you’re thinking…what a buzzkill. Why would I drag you to my blog just to tell you that you actually won’t ever have your shit together? There is some good news, here, so I encourage you to read on. I recently had someone say to me, “Your life seems so perfect…
Throughout our entire pregnancy (and probably even before) I said there was no way I would put our child in daycare. I couldn’t imagine leaving my child with someone who wasn’t blood related…or, at the very least, a close friend. I put off looking at daycares, while I was pregnant. I kept telling myself I…
Since Sunday, like many of you, I have spent a good amount of time thinking about Orlando. Thinking of terror. Thinking of hate and prejudice. Thinking of what this world has become. Thinking of my daughters. I have watched, and witnessed, the online community attack one another for a number of things: their beliefs, their political…
I took a vacation the other night and it was beyond amazing. It was better than Disneyworld…there were no swarms of children. It was like being on a tropical island; I was so relaxed and there were So.Many.Colors. I was going to keep my new favorite getaway a secret, so I can continue to enjoy…
Recently, I was witness to a scene that made me cringe. A couple of young males, whom had just heard a story about a boy picking on a girl, each responded very similarly: That means he likes her! My (insert relation) told me that when a boy is mean to a girl it means he…
