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
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.