Seriously, why do we? No matter what it is, we always look back and think, what could have I done differently to prevent this? And 99.9% of the time, it’s nowhere near our fault. Looking back to an earlier post (Your cheatin’ heart), I mean related to this. Currently, I am with the close friend … More Why do we always blame ourselves?
As I sit in the airport, two hours early for my flight, I sit and drink a glass of wine. And while I sit, I have time to think. What’s that, you say? I haven’t the faintest idea. In our world nowadays, we are moving faster than we can think. There is more demands on … More What did I do with all my free time before kids?
I saw you, as you struggling to pay for your items or deal with your returns at the cashier and keep your child in the stroller happy. I saw you, as tried paying attention to both the employee and your daughter, as she screamed and screamed (your daughter, not the cashier). I watched for a … More To the mom in line at L.L. Bean, I see you.
Every now and again, there is something that makes you happy, makes you smile. You try to make those moments last forever. Many times, I find myself just looking wistfully at my kids, until they snap me out of it with a cute smile and a “what, momma?” It makes you happy to just look … More Wowed.
Last night, my husband and I were watching Catfish on MTV (yes, we have guilty pleasures). While watching, the woman who was revealed was definitely NOT the woman in the original pictures that were presented to the guy who was “in love” with her. The girl was definitely bigger, and I immediately felt bad for … More Does this make me look fat?
Have you ever wondered what being a supermom really looks like? The first picture that comes to mind is a mom, with curlers in her hair, holding an infant or toddler in one arm, while vacuuming with the other, dressed for success, with several other children milling about, with dinner on stove. That’s what I … More SuperMom
I found out firsthand today what I DON’T want my kids to do ever. We were getting ready to leave from my older two kids’ one-of-umpteen amounts of practices/after school activities aka parent personal hell, and per usual, my middle kid was being particularly pokey about putting their shoes on to go. So of course, … More Parents, don’t let your kids grow up to be assholes
We know the feeling. As mothers, we constantly put others first. Regardless of how shitty we feel or how much we just want to lay down and take a nap, we plug on, move forward, and continue to make others happy. I am always doing this. It’s not a bad thing. I obviously wouldn’t have … More Speaking up, getting what mommy needs
I have this problem that has plagued me ever since I was diagnosed with depression. I avoid things. I don’t honestly know why. I thought that maybe I really didn’t want to deal with the social capacity of things. Or maybe I just didn’t want to deal with the organization of it all. Case en … More The mildly introverted extrovert
I grew up in a time where “It’s Pat” was on Saturday Night Live. You know, the skit that had a gender ambivalent character that NO one knew if you should say “he” or “she” and they never gave it away (see? I still have no clue if it was a she or he, so … More Mothering in a Gender Neutral World