Watching a segment on marriage problems made me sad. Not for the people who were involved per se, but honestly, for the meaning of marriage. How many people jump into marriage without really understanding what is happening and what it takes to survive? I’m not saying everyone does it, needs the boot camps that are … More The Explosion of Marriage Boot Camp
I love to plan. I am an organizational freak. I like knowing where I am, where I am going, including when, how, why, and exactly what will happen there. So much so that when my husband wanted to propose, he was hesitant at first to go through with what he had planned. We had … More Confessions of a Organizational Freakish Mom
Sex. Men always want it more than women, I feel like that’s a fact. But sex after kids is a delicate balance. A sleep-deprived, definitely lock the door, quick romp-in-the-hay balance. Blame it on biology, but honestly, guys out there, our vaginas hurt after giving birth. And I mean, with no pain or ache like … More I have a headache…again.
Nothing. Seriously. I have a spring birthday, and it was always a stretch to have the birthday I wanted: a pool party. I usually could put it off a few weeks until the pool was open and the weather was nicer, but it still stunk for reasons I won’t get into. But winter birthdays. Shit. … More The Best Thing about Winter Birthdays is…
But, why mommy? Why do you have that? What are you eating? Why do I have to do that? Can I get this? Can I eat this? How many? What does that mean? What did you say? WHY!?!?! The infinite questions that kids are asking constantly. Enough to drive you to drink (if you haven’t … More Why, mommy?
Today, as my youngest SCREAMED in pain, I sat near them and wondered. (When I say SCREAM, all out, murderous, earsplitting yelling, to the point where I actually put my hands over my ears and shouted back just to heard.) What the hell was the matter? My youngest was complaining that their side hurt. Now … More Somebody call 911…(and no, its not the song that follows with “Shawty fire burning on the dance floor”)
How is that I can be ready to go, kids in the car, even DRIVING to my destination and STILL be late? I have tried everything. Getting ready earlier, setting my clock earlier, getting in the car earlier, even if it means missing something important. Nothing works. I still manage to be late, wherever I … More Shaking hands with the clock
The moment when your kid gives you sass, knows they are wrong, and yet, stands their ground. Even after you say, “You better not be fresh to me again!” and they retort with some other sassy comment that you just want to let your hand fly. We have all had that moment, when you have … More Get the Paddle?
It happens to all of us mothers. Even if you have a “good” kid who sleeps for you, you still get tired, exhausted, pooped. Toast. The best way to get over it? Sleep? No. Wine, support from friends, and older kids. But seriously. How can we survive on so little sleep and live to tell … More The Five Stages of Exhaustion
They can do anything. Yes, they wipe poopy asses. Besides that, they do so much more. I learned this firsthand while I was pregnant with my first child. I was holding my nephew and he projectile vomited all over me. Not knowing I would need a change of clothes on my visit, my sister handed … More The Magic of the Wipe