Sleep Training … for Mom

Sep 5, 2014 by

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Life seems to swing wildly between exuberant and hellish for me, with what I’ll refer to as “dead periods” occurring from time to time.  The swings mark my transition from a flow state (in the zone, usually helping a client with something and feeling like I’m winning at the same time) to ground zero (feeling like I got hit by a truck – physically or mentally – and wanting nothing more than to lie in bed all day and watch cat videos on my phone).  The dead periods sometimes occur in between – they’re like meh on top of blah.  And even worse, if I am going through a dead period and am conscious of it, I get into this hopeless place where I feel like I’m going to be stuck in it forever.  Eventually I do pull out of it, but it’s usually because I’m distracted by something shiny (it’s dinner time!  a new client just called!  I’m going to Target!), not because I’m making a conscious effort to pull myself up and out of the abyss.

I’m not a Free-Range Mom, but it’s ok if you are. I think? Landing the Helicopter and surveying the scene.

Aug 22, 2014 by

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It’s a nematode? Just keep reading, it’ll make sense later. (image via wikimedia commons)

 

I think a lot of the judgment issues among parents (and from non-parents toward parents) arises from a fear of the unknown.  This article by famous free-ranger Lenore Skenazy came up on my Facebook newsfeed, and nestled beneath the share I found a host of sympathetic comments.  I read the comments before I read the article.  I wanted to post my comment at that point, but I didn’t want to be one of those Facebook commenters who comment without reading the article in question, so I read the article.  Then I posted my comment.

Breastfeeding, Formula Feeding, and Saying Yes to Opportunities

Aug 9, 2014 by

Emily and I were on NBC30 yesterday to discuss World Breastfeeding Week; you can check out the video here.

In my post this week, I discuss some further thoughts I had about breastfeeding vs. formula, our mission of non-judgment toward the parenting choices of others, and about how I almost passed up the opportunity to go on the news to discuss this topic because of my overflowing case load at work.

I can’t figure out how to embed the link to YouTube directly, so please go here for my exciting video post!  I can barely use my iPhone, let alone YouTube, so I can’t guarantee much in terms of the quality of your viewing experience.

 

Oh yes, you will be judged. Here’s how to handle it.

Jul 27, 2014 by

If you’re a frequent reader of this blog, you know that CTWM is a judgment-free zone, much like a certain fitness chain you may be familiar with. We preach from the gospel of “thou shalt not judge thy fellow mama” around these parts, and we try to practice what we preach. And blog about it.

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Does this look non-judgmental?  How about now?         [image credit: Microsoft Images]

However, what we don’t often talk about is the other side of the coin: what do you do when, inevitably, despite all your best efforts to practice non-judgment, in hopes that other moms afford you the same courtesy, someone makes a catty comment about your parenting? Because oh yes, mama, someone out there is going to judge you at one point or another. And that sucks, for those of us quite earnestly taking the high road with our vows of non-judginess. But does one judgment warrant another in return? I think not.

Dead at Forty

Jul 18, 2014 by

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I was so sick of everything the other day, that I just told myself that I would end my life upon reaching 40 years old, if I did not use the roughly four and a half years between now and then to get my life in order. That was it – things were either going to change, or I’d just be dead.

It was kind of funny, but kind of not really funny at all. Actually, after the thought went through my head, I felt my stomach turn and my breathing grow shallow. In my mind, I was making this extreme statement as a way to motivate me to lead a healthier, more productive, and more meaningful life. But my body knew better than my mind what was really going on; what should have been an inspiring moment was really just the most awful feeling. I tried to laugh it off as something too stupid for me to actually follow through on, but in reality, I was afraid that I meant it. And that I wouldn’t meet the terms of my bargain with myself, and that unfortunately I would end up pulling the trigger on the whole deal—literally.

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