There is a simple answer to the question of whether it’s better to be a stay at home mom or a working mom: It really doesn’t matter, as long as, whatever you decide, you give it your all and do it well. What do I mean? If you’re staying home with your kids, take
It’s amazing the difference a week makes. Last week’s post was full of brand-new emotion, not very much information and, yes, a total pity party for myself. Sorry, guys, for the whining. This week, I’m feeling much better about my gestational diabetes diagnosis because knowledge is power, people! And, I’m one of those
1. SOMETIMES YOU FEEL LIKE A NUT … I know Melissa just posted about this frequent CTWM topic, but it turns out that my three year old has food allergies. So my brain has been dwelling on her and the myriad forms I’m being required to fill out (for two separate school-day/child care programs).
Do you ever have one of those days (weeks, months, years) when you think your kids HATE you? When not only do you think you are doing it all wrong, but maybe they do too (or <gasp> someone else is doing it better)? Both Patty and Sarah hit the nail on the head this week,
For my job I have to travel for overnights about twice a year. Before children this was not an issue but having my son Max has thrown a loop into how I feel about leaving for 4 days. I have felt guilty and sad but decided to write down the pros of having these two business trips
Displaying Children’s Artwork: It’s more important than you might think! Like many other 3 year olds, Nate constantly gives me his artwork. He’s still not quite intentionally choosing what he wants to draw (i.e., he’s still pretty much in the “scribbling stage” and not quite in the “pre-schematic stage”, which children typically enter around this
Its official….I AM A WORKING MOMMY! I officially fit the title of this blog. I had my gorgeous son (seriously he is fabulous) October 21st and did my first run back at work for two days in December. I know that women have many different reactions but most women told me how hard it was