Author: Stacy DeMarco

The day that I realized that I am a badass

And then it came. “Mommy, I have to go poop.”  The dreaded words of any newly potty trained child.  Because “I have to go poop” does not simply mean “I have to go poop.”  It really means, “I had to go poop twenty minutes ago, so THIS.IS.AN.EMERGENCY.”

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My Mom Really Loves Daddy

But loving my husband in that way does not mean that we do not have bad days, or weeks, or months. It does not mean that I see everything he does through rose-colored glasses. It doesn’t even mean that I always like him or what he does. In fact, after ten plus years together, there are days when that man drives me downright crazy. And we argue. Boy, do we argue.

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Top 4 reasons why playing with my kids is the worst

“Mommy, will you play with me?” I pretend I don’t hear it. But it grows louder, “Mommy, MOMMY, MOOOOOOOM!!!” Oh, no! We made eye contact. There is no denying now that I heard it.  And my three year old knows too. “In a minute, buddy. As soon as I finish what I am doing,” I reply, all the while hoping that he will start doing something else and completely forget that he asked. You see, I don’t really like to play with my kids. And by “play,” I mean, get on the floor, grab a figure, pretend to say...

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Moving Mountains

My son’s birthday just passed. He turned six.  And although it may sound silly, this was the hardest birthday for me yet.  I have seen how much he has learned, grown, and changed over the last year, especially since starting Kindergarten that I cannot help but realize that he is not a little boy anymore. Some people might say that I baby him too much, and he has not been a little boy for a while now. Others would tell me that this is a good thing.  “You should be happy about all he has achieved thus far,” they...

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What if…

I had not felt awesome in weeks. I was exhausted beyond exhaustion.  I was moodier than normal.  My boobs were a little sore every time my kids bumped into me.  And, man, was I bloated.  Every rational part of me knew that it was the new generic birth control that the pharmacy had given me around the same time that the symptoms started.  But another part of me wondered … what if? Now, my husband and I had gone back and forth for years about whether or not to have a third    child. Could we afford it and still...

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