Are you on the fence about having children? I understand. At least once a day my own child has me convinced this wasn’t the best idea. This is one of those ‘no take backs’ situations I’ve gotten myself into. The daily thrill and misery of parenthood has given me perspective I didn’t have when I was young and thought I wouldn’t have kids until I was much older, or maybe ever.… READ THE REST
Tonight, one woman fed my family while another one did our laundry.
Listen, I’m not always proud of the choices I make as a mother, as a wife. It’s tough – being that default parent, having the noticeable duties and responsibilities of this family rely heavily on my ability to overcome obstacles that I never thought imaginable.… READ THE REST
This year my daughter will start Kindergarten. Which means I am naturally already having crippling anxiety over her first day of high school. You guys, WHAT THE HECK WAS HIGH SCHOOL?
I went to the principal’s office once. I asked him to repaint the bathroom stalls.… READ THE REST
From the first moment you announce that you are expecting a little bundle of joy, in the sea of congratulations and heart emojis, you are always hit with at least one dreaded “just wait!” Your baby is literally only the size of a small fruit and Debbie Downer is already hitting you with:
“Just wait until you are 9 months pregnant and you want to die!”
“Just wait until you see how horrible labor is!”
“Just wait until they are born and you never ever sleep again and your life is over!” etc.… READ THE REST
The Internet can be a scary place. Sure, there is a plethora of useful information available faster than you can say Jack Robinson; but there is also an infinite number of unwanted and aggressive opinions. This holds especially true for a new parent.… READ THE REST
I’m not one of those girls who longs to have children. I’ve never felt that motherhood is my calling in life. I have nothing against those who do feel that way, but when I look at my dream life, the number of children in it varies day to day, if they’re even there at all.… READ THE REST
I remember the day I turned 16 and was legally allowed the freedom of joining the “adult” world, to operate my own from behind a steering wheel. I remember the feeling of finally being able to put my purse to use.… READ THE REST
A few weeks ago, I texted my ex-husband, asking him if we could all get together for my older son’s fourth birthday party. I was promptly hit with a hard and steady NO. It would be separate parties this year. One with mom, and one with dad.… READ THE REST
Sunday May 13th marks over a century of celebrating Mother’s Day in the United States. I consider myself a Mother’s Day expert because a) I’ve celebrated 3 and b) I used Wikipedia for this blog. Feel free to use me as an academic citation.… READ THE REST
Having a baby is really cool. Let’s just move past that for a moment, because having a baby is also a nightmare. And I’m pointing a lot of fingers towards pretty much every person I know, because no one will look you in the eye and call a spade a spade.… READ THE REST
Find mom friends they say. It’ll be easy they say. Wrong.
My personal experience with motherhood is that the beginning of it can be incredibly isolating. I was a few months post partum and I had finally crawled just far enough out of the black hole that is infancy to realize that I was alone (but not actually ever alone, because of the baby human).… READ THE REST
There are lots of different types of moms out there. We read about them every day in the mommy blogs we all enjoy and relate to so much. There are the SAHM’s. Sancti-mommies. Working moms. Crunchy moms. New age moms (whatever the hell that means?).… READ THE REST
I typed my maiden name into a form on a webpage and it looked odd sitting beside my first. Foreign and out of place. It was like when you catch a whiff of something and are sure you know the smell, but can’t remember from what.… READ THE REST
Being a mom is a lot like being a bartender, people are always wondering what else you do. Like that couldn’t possibly be it. You do everything as a mother, but people still want you to do more. (I check both of these occupation boxes, so I’m not sure if that makes me a very good underachiever or if I’m supposed to add a third more respectable job to the line up).… READ THE REST
I am a mom and I have the body to prove it.
My boobs are full, I have a C section scar and frankly, I haven’t seen my abs since 2002. I have stretch marks on my thighs, my waist and under my arms (seriously, what is THAT about?).… READ THE REST
Today’s blog was supposed to be something very different, I had plans to talk about one or all of my ex-boyfriends, how marriage is hard, but worth it, or how parenting is fun, but not. But I can’t do that today, because we are temporary.… READ THE REST
There’s a common belief that as a mother, our needs are fulfilled last. Our food is always cold, we’re in a perpetual state of exhaustion, and the thank you’s for our service are few and far between. And that’s all true.… READ THE REST
It’s February in the Midwest and a lot of us got a taste of the 60’s this weekend (Fahrenheit, not the era). Yesterday, my husband, daughter, and I had the same idea that everyone else in Michigan did – we had to get outside.… READ THE REST
Motherhood is truly my greatest joy. You get to grow another human inside your body and feel their every move as they develop and thrive. You get to hold your heart outside of your body, which has been ravaged by 30 hours of natural labor and an emergency cesarean, in my case.… READ THE REST
I am not a parent. My reproductive organs are in appropriate working order and I am explicitly stating that I decisively do not want to have children. Ever. I have deliberately pondered upon and comprehensively accepted that I will never experience the distinguished though personally uncharted rush of maternal delight.… READ THE REST