We have an activity every single evening of the week.
Monday we have football practice. Tuesday we have tutoring and two football practices. Wednesday we have soccer. Thursday we have a repeat of Tuesday. And, Friday we have soccer again.
My life is insane.
And also, I am so over eating in my car. And frozen ...
For my middle son’s sixth birthday, he received a really cool shirt.
I remember it vividly because when he opened the wrapping paper, he said, in his louder-than-should-be-possible-kid-voice, “AWESOME! My first new shirt.”
All of the parents in the room turned their judgy eyes on me. I stammered about how he was ...
It’s okay to cry.
Truer words have never been spoken and, as a mom of boys, one of my least favorite phrases has always been: boys don’t cry.
The statement is not only terribly unfair, but also grossly inaccurate.
Because, guess what; boys do cry. And they should be allowed to. Without being made to feel like ...