Love More, Judge Less
When my kids were newborns and toddlers and I would complain to my mom about the crankiness and tantrums that always seemed to occur in the late afternoon, she would say, “yep, that’s called the Witching Hour.” I didn’t care what it was called, it was awful. The so-called Witching Hour has continued into Elementary
There was anguish in her cries. And frustration. And sheer exhaustion. And yet the next day, there she was again, with breakfast on the table, school lunches packed, and our clothes laid out for school.
You guys! It’s been way too long! I have to tell you, for a while now I’ve been thinking my blogging days might be over. I had a good run, but maybe it’s time to throw in the towel. But then a few things happened that made me reconsider. I should start off
Recently I’ve been reading a lot about the science of happiness and while it’s all pretty interesting stuff, nothing really spoke to me. For example, many experts preach mindfulness. Let me tell you, I’ve tried to be mindful; I really have. But whenever I try, it goes something like this: Ok, Jess, think about
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.
