One of the most intimidating things about motherhood is preparing these tiny humans to grow up and be self sufficient functioning humans of society. As a product of the “no, because I said so” generation, I feel I was left to learn some lessons in less than desirable ways. We knew we couldn't, but not why we shouldn't. So when the time came that we could, we still weren't really prepared for the consequences that came with such freedoms.
Recently, in a discussion among friends the topic of makeup came up. It seems both our daughters (age 6 & 7) have a fascination with makeup. And while I don’t love the stuff in my own life, I know that she...
"Happy birthday to my better half," is often a post I see while skimming through Facebook.
"Tomorrow I marry my better half," is a stream of consciousness post I saw when my friends and I were in the bright-eyed engagement stage.
We've all heard the sentiment, but recently I've made an earth-shaking discovery brought upon by a second pregnancy, an unexpected hospital skin, and a very ugly sofa--I don't have a "better half."
To borrow from Jane Austen, I'm cursed with a conceited sort of independence. I woke up from a coughing spelling the middle of the night on Valentine's Day. After a glass of water, I placed my hands on my belly and waited for the soft jabs of our 37-week...
"Hey! Weren't you here yesterday?" I heard this today from the front desk clerk while checking in at our pediatrician's office.
Yes, yes, I was. With the other kid, but still. It feels like we live here. Thanks for asking.
My kids are four and two. It feels like they are sick ALL. THE. TIME. I'm aware that germs spread through daycare pretty quickly because kids are just kinda gross - hands in my mouth, now in your mouth! Yay!! But good grief.
The ten sick days that I was allotted at the beginning of the school year? Gone by Christmas break. God forbid that I get sick ... because my sick butt will be dragging itself to work and trying not...
I’m a full-time mom. A full-time wife. A full-time friend. Sister. Sister-in-law. Cousin. Daughter. Daughter-in-law. Co-worker. The list goes on.
It’s a lot of hats to wear, especially when you aren’t able to take one off. I don’t always feel the weight of everything I do, but sometimes, it hits me like a ton of bricks. And usually, it’s in the form of guilt.
How did I miss a good friend’s birthday? Am I absent in my sibling’s lives and is it my fault? Did I really need to yell when my daughter spilled her milk?
Guilt.
It creeps in every day and in every form. Sometimes small and sometimes big, but it’s always there in some form or fashion. It’s something that...
I have an above average child. She spoke early, she wrote early. She draws with detail. And she’s an absolute WHIZ at math. And while she loves being read to, reading is not a strong suit or a pleasure for her.
This is our first year of “real” school, 1st grade. My husband and I went back and forth on homeschool versus public school—ultimately deciding we’d give her a year and see if public school would be beneficial for her or not. To be honest, I’m not a fan of where the school system is headed. As a daughter of two educators and daughter-in-law to another, I know where most teachers' hearts lie, but I also know where their hands...
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Mardi Gras From the Perspective of a Krewe Dancer
Mardi Gras From the Perspective of a Krewe Dancer
It's that time of year we have been working towards all year long. Preparing three to...
