In the past, I have admitted to my daughter that I can be an asshole. That I am less than perfect, as a mom, and that I have a lot to apologize and feel guilty for. Today is not that day. Dear sweet, lovely daughter of mine, Today, Mommy is a goddamn saint. This morning, […]
You know, sometimes it can be hard to truly appreciate how good you have it, when you’ve never had it any other way. I grew up with a supportive, loving Dad. A man who worked his tail off to always provide for his family, even when times were tough and his job had morphed into […]
I am so screwed. I have a training-resistant kid who does not give a flying fuck if she wears diapers for the rest of her goddamn life. And she starts kindergarten in exactly 3 months.
As a blogger and freelance writer, I am constantly trying to find a balance between writing quality pieces, and writing pieces that get the clicks. Sometimes, I find the perfect combination of the two, and things go crazy for a while. And then I realize I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, after all. […]
This post came out of a writing prompt I decided to follow, regarding the differences between boys and girls. As someone who tries not to focus on those differences, it was an interesting journey to take, psychologically speaking. Here’s what I wrote: When I had my daughter, I was absolutely positive that “Nurture” was responsible […]
It’s been an eventful week over here. Wait, do I say that every Sunday? I think I do. I guess it’s called “having kids.” Anyway, this week marked the beginning of baby C getting his first molar in. Who knows how long this fresh hell will last? I also managed to come down with mastitis, […]
I know I’m not the first person out there to write about being a sleep-deprived parent. If you have kids, there is a 99% chance that you’ve had a period of time where you weren’t getting enough sleep. And if that’s not true, I don’t want to hear about it from you; you and your […]
Nothing says “it’s your birthday” like tacos, Prosecco, cupcakes…and puking all over yourself. Wait. That last part was the Threenager, not me.