As an educator, I am given the somewhat unique opportunity to identify as both a working parent and a stay-at-home parent. For about two months every year, I get to put away my working mother shoes and step into the shoes (usually flip flops) of a stay-at-home parent. Granted, the life of a stay-at-home parent
Tag: mom guilt
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.
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
Why does my arm hurt? Oh hello little baby. When did you come in? How do I not wake up to the sound and feel of her crawling into my bed? If I can’t wake up to that, will I wake up if there’s an intruder? She wanted me to read her a book
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
I’ve had nearly identical conversations with several different moms this week, so I figured it might be a good topic to write about. I’m not sure if everyone can relate to this, but I’m guessing that many moms can: Kid-centricity. Maybe it’s because I’m flooded with working mom guilt. Maybe it’s social media that puts
I really do wish someone had clued me into the fact that as a parent there are tons of things you end up feeling guilt over. I had no idea. Granted, a lot of that guilt comes as a reaction to the judgement (perceived or otherwise) of those around us but nonetheless, the guilt is out
I found myself saying it again. “I’d love to help, but I work full time.” This was in response to the current PTA president’s plea for board members for next year’s committee. I really would like to participate…if I didn’t work full time. I’ve been a PTA board member before-for two years, I was the
A few days ago, my six-year-old son was rifling through my closet in an effort to further procrastinate putting on his clothes and getting ready for school. He pulled out an appointment card from an old purse and handed it to me: it was a reminder card for his own two week check up, back in 2008. It suddenly
What was I doing with my time pre-child? No, really. What on earth was I doing with my time? Because I must have had a lot of free time. Why wasn’t I super-skilled and uber-talented in some cool skill or cut like a diamond from all of my time spent at the gym by the time I
