Tag: working moms

Step Off

Tonight a neighbor walked by and casually said, “Well now what are you going to do when you have three?”  Right. She said it. Stone-faced and with no follow up giggle. My reaction was natural:  “Wait, did I ask you? Right, keep walking your dog.” (ok fine, originally the f-word was littered in there). But

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Accepting Myself and Cannonballs

It may seem like a small thing. Jumping into a crowded pool. But to me is was huge. All of me exposed. Cellulite and all. For everyone to see. Including the one person there who mattered: my daughter. She was the one that mattered. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize this.

But Are You Proud of Yourself?

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.”

I Stopped Drinking Coffee and Wine. This is What Happened.

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.  

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Mother’s Day Fail.

I remember a year (could I have been 6 or 7, 10?) when my sisters and I didn’t get anything for my mother for Mother’s Day. No mug, no painting, no craft, no card. Worse, my Dad didn’t do anything either.  On the way to a brunch buffet, the car was quiet, tense. The feeling

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