Love More, Judge Less
I have been doing this mom thing for almost eight years now, and yet up until very recently, I struggled with dinner time. And when I say “struggle” I’m talking about every aspect… …from what I make (and kids don’t eat). … to the time of day (the kids are never hungry at
I know, I know. That’s a pretty bold statement, but I swear, this one thing has saved me so much stress and headaches, that I just have to share it with you. For the past few years, I have been taking one day during the week when the kids are at school (I
Yesterday, my seven year old said to me, “I want to play Legos upstairs.” I glanced up from my phone, and said, “ok, go ahead.” He replied, “No. With you.” WITH YOU. Both of my kids say this all the time. If they go upstairs, out in the backyard, or even to the bathroom, they want me
“Why are you still single?” “Have you tried online dating?” “You should get yourself out there; hasn’t it been long enough?” “Don’t you want someone to be with on your kid-free nights?” “Do you think you’re being too picky?” I have been asked all of these questions by well-intentioned friends but whenever I respond, I
When my kids went back to school and they needed backpacks, pencils, and folders, I went out and bought them. When my kids need help with their homework, or an ear to listen, or a shoulder to cry on, I’m there for them. These are things we sometimes take for granted; however, not all children have that
…a funny thing happens as you get older (besides hangovers becoming more painful): you start to prioritize things differently.
A list of things I’m totally digging at the moment and have to share with you!
The expectation versus the reality of having children is wildly different. Every stage is a challenge and nothing at all like you imagined. Above all, it’s harder than you ever expected. There are so many parts of motherhood that just plain suck, and it’s ok to hate them.
The hours of 4 pm to 10 pm when my children go with their father and his family. Those are the longest six hours of my life, when I don’t have my children on Christmas Eve. Those six hours when I have no one around on Christmas Eve. When it is me. A bottle of wine. And my dog.
Hi there, I’m 40 years old and I’m just now starting to getting hit on! I have no idea how to respond. It’s never happened before, so my response is much like you would expect a 16 year old girl’s to be: A little paralyzed with a stupid giggle. I sicken myself.
