Love More, Judge Less
Time is a rare gift for any working mom. Where do we find the time to work, take care of our children, shop, cook, clean? As a full-time high school English teacher and single mom of a child with an intellectual disability and autism, I simply don’t have the time to take care of myself.
I’m in a strange place this summer, caught between excitement and nostalgia. My only baby will start Kindergarten at the end of August. The public school world of bus schedules, room parents and milk money awaits (among other things). I have many questions. Maybe I’ll ask the veteran moms across the street to spill their
The following is a guest post from Christina Engel. Christina is a full-time paralegal, wife and mom. Her daughter Mollie was born in 2008, and her son Jacob was born 15 months later in 2009. She was born, raised and still lives in Wethersfield and absolutely loves her town and the people who call it their
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…
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
