It’s so easy to get into the grind of daily life when you’re on autopilot: packing lunches, commuting, sitting at your desk, doing kid pickup, throwing dinner together, unpacking backpacks, and trying to make the house not look disgusting. So I’m just here to remind you of a few things that you may do on
Author: taraolson1
That’s it. From now on, I’m printing out my pictures, even if they just end up sitting in a box collecting dust. That’s the way our parents did it, and it worked just fine, right? Like everyone else in the world, I have thousands and thousands of digitally stored photos. And because I’m a mother,
Everyone I hear from seems to be so happy that their kids are going (or have already gone!) back to school. Obviously these people love their children and love spending time with them, but are ready for the structure and schedule that school provides. I keep hearing so many sighs of relief that kids are
I’m the mother of a four-year old only child. This can only mean one thing: if I don’t carve some time out of my house-cleaning schedule to play with her, I feel like a total creep for subjecting her to a life of loneliness and solitude. Ugh. Stupid freaking mom guilt. It’s not that I
I have a four-year old that is learning to spot differences between people, asks honest questions, and doesn’t have much of a filter. She asks about the big scar on my arm, has said that someone is “fat”, and noticed when someone is missing a limb. We had conversations about all of these things; she
Many, many years ago, when I was in my late teens, my friends and I swam out to a dock on a lake. Everyone was diving off and I just sat and watched. I hadn’t dove before that night. And I was pretty scared to do it. Dumb, right? My friends were demonstrating proper positioning,
The truth is, being a parent makes people who were at one time sane and balanced behave like weirdos. I’m sorry to my daughter when she learns to read — and at the risk that she might stumble across what her ridiculous mother wrote below, I am posting this anyway. Here are some of my
Alarm goes off at 4:45am and my brain screams at my hand to make it effing stop. It’s dark out and I hate that any of this is happening. Why is this happening? No matter how many times I do this, I simply cannot comprehend what is going on because SLEEP. I put on my
All last summer my husband watched wistfully when a Jeep would drive by. “I want a Jeep.” Oh man. “No, you don’t. What would we do with a third vehicle? Where would we park it? How would we afford it?” None of his answers satisfied me or sounded like legit arguments for his cause. And
What’s better after a long day of being a mom than a glass of wine, amiright? Work obligations and responsibilities are stressful! Children drive you bananas and leave you begging for mercy! The kids’ bedtimes bring with them reprieve from the chaos of the day. Finally, a glass of pinot or merlot, feet up on
