There’s a lot to worry about when you’re pregnant: Is your baby developing properly? Are you gaining a healthy amount of weight? Do you want to know the baby’s sex? What about names? And childcare? And a nursery?
Like many other women, when I found out that my husband and I were expecting, my head became the headquarters of Worry Central, but curiously, I wasn’t overly concerned about birth defects or college costs. I was singularly, obsessively focused on one thing: Read More
Recently, I’ve heard mothers throwing around the term “epic fail” in regard to their parenting efforts. It is supposed to be a funny/sarcastic way to look at various minor disasters, but it’s the self-deprecating aspect of the phrase that I’m feeling some aversion to.
For instance, say a mom takes her kids out for lunch, and one of the kids drops food on the floor, while the other one cries, while the tired mom shovels in a couple mouthfuls of food before abandoning mission; she might refer to the outing as an Epic Fail. Read More
What I’ve learned by parenting a son
I grew up with a sister, no brothers. My father traveled a lot for work, so the majority of my childhood it was just us girls at home. There were definitely some perks of that that have helped me in my adulthood, I learned to be independent, not to wait on a man to do anything for me, and how to do things that were traditionally thought of as “men’s work” like chopping firewood, repairing leaky faucets, and even getting a car unstuck in a foot of snow. Read MoreTagged in: boys, motherhood, parenting, youngsters
Did you ever have one of those mornings, that despite your best intentions you screwed up and you are guilt-ridden the rest of the day? I recently had a day like that. It all started with a 90-minute school delay. I actually like a school delay on occasion; it gives both me and my kids a chance to catch up on some most-needed sleep – especially my little night owl. Last week brought an overwhelmingly large amount of homework for my 5th grader and she had been working diligently to finish it each night. Read More
I have long been of the opinion that kids should be able to keep their rooms the way they want. Or maybe it’s just that I rarely feel like cleaning up their space, nor do I feel inclined to yell them into cleaning it themselves. There’s enough other stuff to yell about during a normal day. I tell the kids as long as they don’t keep dirty dishes or stray cats in their rooms, and there’s a clear escape path in case of fire, we’re good. Read MoreTagged in: bedrooms, cleaning, parenting, terrible teens