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.
Sometimes (okay - most times….okay - all the times) it can feel like there just aren’t enough hours in the day to get done all of the things that need doing. When you have to choose between work, school, extracurriculars, cooking, cleaning, laundry, and everything else that gets thrown into the mix, sometimes you’ve just [...]
I'm a mom. Yep. When I'm alone. When I'm with my kids. When I'm at home. When I'm in public. I'm a mom. I feel it in the depths of my being. It's in every creak of my bones. It's the undertone of every thought I have and word I speak. My kids are the foreground of my life and the background on my phone. They are absolutely everything to me. I'm a mom.
Full House and America's Funniest Home Videos were staples of my childhood, but that's not why I'm writing about Bob Saget. I audibly gasped when I saw the news that the actor and comedian recently and unexpectedly passed away at the young age of 65, but that's not why I'm writing about Bob Saget. Well, not really.
More and more I'm realizing that if there's something in the uncertain waters I know is worth diving in for, I've just got to hold my breath and take the plunge.
More than once, my 4 year old has screamed as he heads to time out that I have ruined his fun or his day or his life. I've gotta admit, it stings just a little, but when I started to reflect, I realized he's at least partially right. Sometimes I do ruin his fun. And that probably does ruin his day. But I feel pretty confident that none of the mean things I'm doing are gonna ruin his life. So I'm coming to terms with my meanness and telling myself it's okay.
You love your kids. I know you do. And I love mine. But sometimes, you just need a minute. Whether you're taking it to dip into your secret candy stash, or just need a moment of silence, it can be hard to find a spot to get away from it all. I've come up with this handy list of hiding spots to help you out in case you're out of ideas.
Sometimes it's hard living 3 hours away from my family, especially now that we have kids. I've been fortunate to sneak in a lot of visits with my parents over this past 11 months since I've been on maternity leave with our second baby. After my mom and dad left today, I was reflecting on [...]
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.
Some days, it's hard to get out of bed. I certainly don't get paid enough for some of the things this job entails (and by enough, I mean at all), but something keeps me coming back.
I started to think of this unfair expectation that moms put on themselves in the context of our children. Would we ever belittle the accomplishment of one of our kids if they hadn't achieved it in the "typical" way? Would we ever tell them that there was only one "appropriate" or "acceptable" method to reach one of their goals and that, if they received any outside assistance in attaining that goal, it wouldn't count and they should be ashamed of themselves?
THE ASPIRING SOMETHING 