I am more gray and fuzzy than I was before becoming a mother. It’s not just my hair, it’s my brain too. I am not as much… everything as I was before.
My two-year old can be challenging, as I’ve heard two-year olds are wont to be. Some days this challenging behavior shows up as big mood swings, extended tantrums, or general freak outs over things that matter or not, like a big reaction to a scraped knee – which is totally legitimate – or a huge meltdown over… Continue reading A Bad Day of Toddler Assholery
I haven’t published anything in the last week. It’s not writer’s block as I’m still full of opinions. I even have a few posts on draft about important topics like milk supply and boob care. The last few weeks of my life have been completely consumed by last minute research for our city’s preschool lottery. The Preschool Lottery… Continue reading Preschool Lottery – Panic Time
The idea of my child getting constipated scared the shit out of me. Combine this with the major pressure to have a child potty trained for school. I should’t have to sacrifice my toddler’s health for his education.
Everyone who told me that 21-months was a good age gap said that because I was already pregnant.
Just before our son was a year old we had the conversation about trying for a second child. I have some health concerns that could potentially complicate getting and staying pregnant, so I wanted some buffer room. I figured that best case scenario – we would have the kids two years apart. Challenging case, like if I… Continue reading Pregnant? Toddler doesn’t care
It was a Friday as I was trying to get a very overtired baby to sleep, butt-patting with one hand and scrolling through moms group posts on Facebook with the other. It seemed like the mix of typical “thank God for WINE” posts, when I came across yet another anti-husband rant. It bothers me to… Continue reading Talking shit about my boys
I knew the day would come when my kid would start repeating every bad thing I said. It’s terrible, but I find some of it incredibly funny. I don’t believe that whether or not my child swears is a measure of my success as a parent, or my competence level to be a parent or anything like that.