My husband is the worst. There will always be things that your husband or partner does that you don’t like. When it comes to parenting with another person, the list of things they do incorrectly or not up to your standards may be incredibly long, especially if you’re a type-A controlling person like me. Maybe I’m… Continue reading Trashing Your Marriage Online
Well, we’ve made it to day three. Day one was as successful as it probably could have been. I did have to adjust my definition of success to include poops on the floor, but they weren’t in a diaper so that’s a win. We knew it would happen, but we had a really hard time… Continue reading Potty Training – Day 3
My husband and I have taken a very laissez faire approach to the issue of potty training. Part of our apathy toward potty training has been about timing and ability – mostly our issues and not his. But we have a toddler that tells us when he’s peed in his diaper. Which brings us to today – we’ve decided that we’re going to take the pants off and see what happens.
The idea of making mom friends is so bizarre. I can’t think of another situation where you have to become friends with someone based on this one huge and generally unifying factor, except for maybe Alcoholics Anonymous. Yet making mom friends is considered a crucial part of being a mom.
My first baby was breech. After trying to turn him on my own, I scheduled my C-section. Between the surgery and the pain killers it took six days post-op before I could poop.
Last night I got called out by the moderator for a Facebook comment I made in a mom’s group. Along the lines of …but we aren’t judging, right? Different strokes for different folks…
Jokes abound about pregnancy hormones. Crying is the socially acceptable “hormonally crazy” change. My anger was another story.