I'm an angry mom. Not always, but moreso recently. I am always impatient when my kids refuse to listen or whine incessantly, but it's worse now. And their behavior is also significantly worse than before the pandemic, which creates an awful spiral. I know this is hard on the kids, and I know big changes... Continue Reading →
My first born moved to The Big School this past fall, and the transition has been a difficult one. My kids have really enjoyed going to school together, and whenever one is having a rough day, the teachers bring in a sibling to comfort them. I trust those teachers with my babies, and we drive... Continue Reading →
I don't really understand social media, the internet, clickbait, or anything related to these things, but I have recently been trying to post more on Instagram. It turns out it's impossible to increase your following by only using the app to look at pictures of the Kardashians. I am decidedly not great at promoting myself... Continue Reading →
Every birthing partner will make a mistake on the big day. The stakes are high, there's someone wailing and moaning in front of you, your life is about to change completely from one minute to the next. I get it, its a minefield. My grandmother was in labor for, like, ninety-seven hours I'm guessing, and... Continue Reading →
Yes, I'm listening to Kimbra today. Occasionally Robby is called away to conferences for work to learn more in-depth prosecutorial strategy or immigration law specifically. He is gone for several days at a time, leaving me in charge of the household. During my first year or so of parenthood, I would remark that his trips... Continue Reading →
I recently read an article that argued parents complain too much about being tired, and we should get over it. Everyone is tired, they said. People have jobs and pets and personal challenges that shouldn't be overlooked because they don't have children. To these people, I say, take a long walk off a short pier.... Continue Reading →
As newly confirmed Catholics, we are aware that attending church is an obligation; as in, you must attend church unless you are physically incapable of making it into the pew. Â I have fond memories of holding my husband's hand during prayers and the tears that came streaming down my face as I felt Jackson kick... Continue Reading →
Robby is impossible to shop for. He has in mind a very specific thing that he wants and he either doesn't tell me what it is so I am inevitably wrong, or he tells me something that doesn't make sense as a gift for the occasion. Like, an HDMI cord for Valentine's Day. Sure, getting... Continue Reading →
Most of the time I feel like my life is the grocery cart with the wayward wheel that takes all my strength and focus to keep from plowing into things. I spend a significant amount of my day struggling to keep things 'on track' and steering my children in the direction of a schedule where... Continue Reading →
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