The adventures of a girl aspiring to be many somethings, including (but not limited to) a pretty good wife, a passable mom, a decent human being, and a humor blogger whose posts you actually want to read.
More than once, I have found myself shaking my head as I ask myself, Is this what I signed up for? And then I realize that, as a parent, whether I knew it or not at the time, this is exactly what I signed up for.
As the days of sipping lattes while getting a pedicure with your girlfriend while your baby sleeps peacefully next to you in his carseat are long gone, you are likely to find yourself desperate for adult conversation in a more manageable setting. It seems like a no-brainer. Enter the playdate.
There is a window of time in all of our lives when receiving a wedding invitation in the mail is a cause for excitement and joy. Someone who you know cares enough about you enough to invite you to bear witness to one of the most important days of their lives, and if you're lucky, you'll also be surrounded by many of your friends and/or family while eating, drinking, dancing, and partaking in similar activities of celebration and general merriment at the event. While all of this generally remains true regardless of your age or the stage of life you may find yourself in, attending a wedding when you have a child, particularly one of toddler age, makes things considerably more...interesting. Click the picture for the rest of the post!
You know that story, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? Isn't motherhood like that sometimes, only with less cookies and more chores?
Although I still have a few pieces of maternity wear hanging around in a ball in my closet from my first pregnancy, I recently decided to hit the mall to treat myself. And what a treat it was.
Remember when you were childless, and going out for dinner meant sitting at a romantic table for two, gazing lovingly into the eyes of your partner as you leisurely sipped at your wine and let the hours stretch out before you as you indulged in deep and meaningful conversation over appetizers and entrees? Remember when [...]
By now, you, your grandma, and your long-dead pet hamster have all seen the video of the BBC News broadcast where a professor's cover gets blown and the world discovers his true identity as a parent who is only pretending to have it all together. Moments after the initial shock of seeing not one, but two children bust [...]
Maybe subconsciously I was feeling a bit guilty about leaving my son to have some time to myself, but I don't think that it's fair for moms to have to feel this way. Being a mom brings me incredible joy, but it's important for me to remember that, while it's a part of my identity, it's not the only thing that defines me. I'm allowed to do things for myself and have time alone; it helps me to appreciate the time that I do spend with my son and not take those moments for granted.
To be totally honest, as far as children’s television goes, PAW Patrol is not so bad. The storylines are entertaining enough, the dogs are cute, and the ever-important themes of trying your best and working hard run rampant. That being said, watching this show on a fairly regular basis has started to get me wondering about a few things, and I felt that a blog post would be a good place to get them off my chest.
Finding out you're pregnant is a terrifying emotional and wonderful experience. Although there are few things as nerve-wracking as trying to shoot pee onto a tiny stick held in your shaking hands in the shadows of a dimly lit bathroom on Christmas morning (that was my experience, anyway) this is actually one of the easiest steps of the journey [...]
THE ASPIRING SOMETHING 