I’m a mom.
I’ve been hit, bitten, kicked and slapped. I’ve been spit up on, peed on, pooped on and puked on. I’ve had tears of sadness, sickness and anger on my shirt, arms and cheeks. I’ve had snot wiped on my legs and my face. I’ve held tantrums, fevers, Roseola, stomach flus and common colds. I’ve been sassed, told no and pushed away. READ MORE
Remember that time I told you I have 5 kids? That was completely true. What I didn’t tell you is they’re amazing and crazy and they make me feel amazing, but mostly just crazy.
I didn’t realize just how different kids from the same family could be till I had 5 of them and every single one of them is completely different. Especially my youngest, Eden.
Eden just turned 5 years old, but she has a very old soul. She was born middle aged. After 5 kids she manages to make me feel like a rookie in parenting. READ MORE
This all took place several weeks ago. It’s just been too painful to discuss. Or even think about, really.
It was the start of a peaceful end to a chaotic week.
Five days earlier, both of my kids got a cold. Then a fever. Then a cough. Then no one slept. So, by the time this day rolled around I was an aspiring sleep-aid commercial.
My one-year old was asleep for an afternoon nap. My two-year old and I had just settled on the couch with a puzzle. READ MORE