I have to be super stay-at-home-mom, not just regular great stay-at-home-mom. Just don’t make me stay at home…
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And then it came. “Mommy, I have to go poop.” The dreaded words of any newly potty trained child. Because “I have to go poop” does not simply mean “I have to go poop.” It really means, “I had to go poop twenty minutes ago, so THIS.IS.AN.EMERGENCY.”
My husband and I say we are proud of our kids all the time, every day. We end the night with the phrase every night. We thought it was important. I think it still is… But today I asked Lucy if she was proud of herself (after a great day of school and being particularly helpful throughout the afternoon). She said, “no.”
But loving my husband in that way does not mean that we do not have bad days, or weeks, or months. It does not mean that I see everything he does through rose-colored glasses. It doesn’t even mean that I always like him or what he does. In fact, after ten plus years together, there are days when that man drives me downright crazy. And we argue. Boy, do we argue.
I am a teacher which means in the winter I often get the luxury of snow delays, dismissals and the ever-popular snow day. This winter we got away with mostly delays and only two snow days (a true miracle) and I am looking forward to an early summer. But, you know, it’s hard not to
I spend almost all my day caring for my kids or thinking of how I’ll care for my kids when I get home from work. I am completely dedicated and I love being a mom But my momfession? I let myself fantasize about what my life will be like when I am not on 24/7
What really happens when you become ‘Mom’. Do you remember the day your child was born? The care ride to the hospital. How you will NEVER be able to travel those same roads without that feeling of nervousness in your stomach accompanied by flashbacks of that exact moment. I remember telling my husband he can
I have two toddlers and they keep me very busy. I’d like to say that everything I do in this world is for them, but it isn’t really true. See, I have these 150 other kids that I see everyday in my classroom at school. It’s a job and it’s the way I’ll provide for
I don’t have much quiet time, but when I do I am probably reading a few pages of a book or listening to a podcast. My favorite podcast is Death, Sex, Money. It covers everything (as the title suggests). If you haven’t looked into it, start today and go through the whole feed. Avoid the episode about
This is a tough one, undeniably the most difficult blog post I’ve written. And I’ll most likely start and stop writing it about a hundred times because as cathartic as it is to get this all out, the associated emotions will be rough. So here goes nothin’. I haven’t spoken with my mother in almost
