Sunday, September 6th, 2015
Oh, admit it! As you approach late pregnancy (or maybe even earlier) you have worried that the unthinkable, most embarrassing thing in the entire world (might) happen during labor and delivery. You have lain in bed at night worried that you might poop on the doctor while you are pushing. Right!?! Right. It’s one of [&hellip …
Friday, April 24th, 2015
I will be the first to admit that I never thought I was the right kind of person to raise daughters. For one, I am not girly. Secondly, I never felt like my relationship with my own mother would be sufficient enough to teach me how to raise my own daughters. So in the years [&hellip …
Sunday, April 5th, 2015
A few weeks back, after having a particularly funky week during which I was completely exhausted emotionally and physically, I fell into a mothering slump.
I didn’t find anything that my kids did cute, or entertaining. In fact, nearly everything they did felt annoying. I couldn’t pretend to be interested in any more 6 year old stories, or 11 year old school drama tales, or even begin to think about sitting through yet another episode of Max and Ruby. I didn’t feel like making one more sandwich, pouring one more drink, turning one more load of laundry, or hearing one more person say the word, “Mama!”
It. Was. That. Bad. The Mom Funk!
All I really wanted to do was go lie down in bed and watch a grown up show with lots of cussing and sex, and not be interrupted for at least 5 hours.
Sounds selfish, right? Sounds like I deserve the worst mother of the world award, huh? But it also probably sounds very familiar.…
Tuesday, March 17th, 2015
Momnesia. Defined by the elusive maternal dictionary as “the state of mind where you are so overwhelmed with things to do, noise, and the needs of kids that you cannot remember one thing from one moment to the next.” The secondary definition of momnesia is “being a mom so long that you forget who you [&hellip …
Sunday, March 8th, 2015
The other day, I was talking to my teenage daughters and mentioned Cyndi Lauper. This may show my age, but for my senior year, the homecoming theme for my high school was based on her song “Time After Time”! “Cyndi who?” they asked. (Head hung down in shame. Dare I bring up Menudo?) I get [&hellip …
Tuesday, February 10th, 2015
You and your partner finally have all the kids tucked into bed after a long day. You’ve checked them twice, and then decide that now, while all is peaceful, might be a good time to get intimate with your partner. As the two of you sneak into the bedroom, tip-toeing as quietly as possible as [&hellip …
Friday, September 6th, 2013
We had just wrapped up a holiday weekend, and a long summer break. My husband got to take several weeks of paid vacation off over the summer, during which time he did the complete opposite of what he does every other week of the year: he slept in, watched SportsCenter reruns, worried about what was [&hellip …
Wednesday, September 4th, 2013
As the mother of 4 kids, I spend a lot of time at the end of each day wondering if I have done everything that I could’ve or should’ve done during the daylight hours to ensure my kids have a healthy, happy life. I relive conversations of the day wondering if I said the right things, [&hellip …
Friday, August 30th, 2013
You need to run to the store. It’s 5 minutes away – and your 10 year old is happily sitting on the couch catching up on episodes of her favorite show, in her pajamas. All you need is a half gallon of milk. If you try to load her up she will whine about not [&hellip …
Tuesday, August 27th, 2013
We all know that children grow up. Sadly, this fact never hits you quite as hard as it does when your child suddenly becomes embarrassed by your hugs, kisses, or hand-holding. They become too old for mom. There is nothing in the child development books that warns us about this key moment in our parenting career. In fact, the parenting books and advice seem to make us think that if we rock our infants, or sleep with our toddlers, or kiss too many boo-boo’s or help our kids too much – that they will never, ever do anything to break the heart strings that keep us so firmly attached …