Coffee and wine. Coffee. Wine. That’s, like, our thing, right moms? “After being up with the kids all night there is just not enough coffee in the world.” “Is it too early for wine ‘cause I am ridiculously stressed right now.” I think I say these exact phrases several times a week.
“Mommy, will you play with me?” I pretend I don’t hear it. But it grows louder, “Mommy, MOMMY, MOOOOOOOM!!!” Oh, no! We made eye contact. There is no denying now that I heard it. And my three year old knows too. “In a minute, buddy. As soon as I finish what I am doing,” I
My boys and I have been going through some pretty major changes recently with their dad moving out of the house. I’ve been trying my best to keep things as “normal” as possible for them, whatever that means. I’m starting to question what “normal” is for me so I can’t even imagine how hard it
I am new to CTworkingmoms. More importantly I am also a fan. I so relate to the moms who write so honestly about their joys and struggles. My oldest is three and youngest is 21 months and I have learned so much already about what it really means to be a working mom. I learn every
Name: Timotéo Nicolas Gomez Age: 2 years Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Clothing: Hanna Andersson top, navy (or likely, no) pants Last seen smiling in April 2016. This child can be further identified by giant flames which burst from his ears when a commercial interrupts the Little Baby Bum video he’s watching. Or by daggers
Any Mom can feel guilty for the regular stuff: working too much, not slaving over a hot stove to have a sit down dinner waiting for her family, losing her temper and flying off of the handle over molehills. In addition to those run-of-the-mill guilt inducers, I am sorry to my daughter for other things.
You guys, I had a tough weekend. My two-year old had a miserable cold and was, well, miserable. My 4 ½ year old was forced to stay home due to his sick brother and he has the energy of, well a 4 ½ year old. My Sunday Funday started bright and early at 5:03am
Recently I’ve been feeling like I’ve been slacking in the “good mom” department. I feel overwhelmed and stressed and pulled in too many directions at the same time. And, after talking with some of my fellow moms, apparently I’m not alone in feeling this way. Last year I wrote about why you are a good
Tears and tantrums seem to rule our house these days. My moody and limit-testing 2-year-old ends up on the time-out chair again. Or she wants a “donut cookie” (??), and we don’t have any. She spilled milk on her shirt. I’m holding the baby. It’s a bath night. It’s not bath night. Her dinner’s too hot.
My daughter exhausts me. She pushes me to my limits, tests my patience, and her whining can be maddening. But I find myself wishing the weekdays away until Friday comes and I never want the weekends to end. Instead of trudging out to my car and going to work each morning, I just want to snuggle up