Confessions of a first-time mom

Mar 31, 2014 by

Nothing brings the confessions out faster than being a new parent.  I can’t be too shy about sharing my parenting faux pas since they’ve become my new reality anyways.  There’s no hiding from them!  Come wade with me through my dirty laundry pile—literally or figuratively, ‘cause I’ve got a lot of that going on too…

My child is dirty.

Bath time–it’s just not happening, folks.  I’d love to work a bath into my son’s bedtime routine, or morning routine, or any routine for that matter.  There just don’t seem to be enough hours in the day.  Most times, it takes poop up his back and/or spit-up matted in the hair at the back of his neck for us to squeeze a bath in for Baby Boy.  It’s sad, but true.  I figure the most important parts of him get a good wipe every time he needs a diaper change, so there’s that.  But, until we get our acts together a little better, most times he’ll have to settle for a quick full-body wipe-down with a diaper wipe, or the occasional real bath at Grandma’s.  I think she’s onto us.

Supermom’s Handbag

Jan 23, 2014 by

I recently began a little ritual at my office.  It starts by me walking to the bathroom 5 minutes before quittin’ time, and, ends with me wearing jeans and sensible shoes.  But a little background first.  A few weeks ago, we were expecting a snow storm to snarl and basically turn the evening commute home into a giant traffic jam.  Expecting that the kids’ daycare would have an early dismissal, I packed a pair of jeans in my handbag (and no, no, no, NOT mom jeans)  before leaving home, with the intention of changing out of my dressy work pants and into jeans and boots to tromp through the snow in the parking lot later that day.  Well, sure enough, my Mom ESP was spot on, and I had to leave work early to pick up the Twosome.  In fine Clark Kent fashion, I marched off to the ladies’ room, changed out of my work outfit, and into my jeans and trusty Sorel snow boots in preparation for the trek home.

A Kiss Goodbye

Jan 9, 2014 by

I’ll never forget the first day I dropped my son off at daycare.  He was fast asleep in his car seat- the 10 minute drive from home to daycare knocked him out cold.  I leaned in and kissed his cuddled up face and left him in the hands of his caregivers.  I didn’t lose it right there, but I did about 30 seconds after pulling out of the parking lot.  I cried pretty much all the way up 84 East to my office in Hartford.

Drop offs improved from there on out (for me, not Jake).  Jake could not be happier around a room full of other tiny babies.  One thing that did not change was that big fat kiss I would plant on his baby forehead before I left for work.  As he got older, I would give that same big kiss, and now he would reciprocate, along with a huge hug from a tiny little toddler boy.

10 Reasons I Love Daycare

Dec 23, 2013 by

After having my first child I was absolutely racked with guilt and filled with anxiety about going back to work. I tried to talk my underemployed musician/doctoral student husband into the idea that we could afford me staying home. I even went so far as to create a spreadsheet which just showed me how impossible it really was. I had the full time job, I carried the insurance. It just wasn’t going to happen.  Luckily for me, it turned out the anticipation was so much worse than the actual going back was.

In Which I Single-Handedly End the Working Mom Versus Stay At Home Mom Debate

Dec 13, 2013 by

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There is a simple answer to the question of whether it’s better to be a stay at home mom or a working mom:

It really doesn’t matter, as long as, whatever you decide, you give it your all and do it well.

What do I mean?

If you’re staying home with your kids, take that and own it.  What an awesome choice — to be super-available for your littlest family members, to take the reins when someone’s sick or some odd job needs to get done, and to run this place like you mean business.

If you’re a working mom, look at the amazing feat you’re accomplishing:  two full-time jobs, and kicking ass at both.  You give your all at work, at home, all day long, everyday, and when you are finished giving it your all, you give some more.

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