May is the WORST. Every year I say May is the worst and I swear to God, every year May gets worse.
Tag: being honest about motherhood
Ya know, the funny thing about change is that it’s not always welcomed. And let me tell you, it certainly wasn’t welcomed by me. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t ready. Everything happened way too fast.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about my emotional and physical exhaustion. Here I am, two weeks later and I’m still so tired.
After all, at 46, I am much more aware of who I am. Yes, I am still finding and learning more about myself each day, but I have finally learned to like myself. My whole self. And not to care so much about what others think of me. And at 46, I can even laugh at myself!
Are you the ideal mom? You’re in the kitchen cleaning while the baby is playing and husband walks in from work–starving! So you get him something to eat, feed the baby, and sit and enjoy your family for a few minutes. At this point you’re feeling like supermom. The laundry is being done, kitchen clean
I say a lot of stupid shit. This isn’t news to me, I spend every day with myself. Historically, most of my profane rants have been limited to monologues delivered in the privacy of my car, or tirades witnessed only by my dogs, who have been kind enough not to slander me. When I became an auntie, I
I worry too much. I work too much. I think too much. I forget too much. I don’t sleep enough. I don’t pay enough attention to my kids. I don’t do enough for myself. I let them watch too much tv. I look at my phone too much. I eat too much junk. Her IEP is coming up… I
