Please, Go Ask Your Father
To My Dearest Children The apples of my eye. I love you, I do, but we need to gain some clarity on a couple of things. I must remind you, I am not your only parent. You know that person you call ‘dada’? The one you run to when mom says, “No”. Not only is he…
Enjoying The Post-Delivery Hospital Staycation
Of course, I’m excited to finally meet this bundle of joy I’ve been carrying around in my uterus for the past nine months, but I’m also very excited about the promise of a three-day, two-night stay at the hospital. It’s not exactly a vacation in the traditional sense, but it’s the closest thing I will have…
At The Office With A Stay-At-Home Mom
As soon as I wake up and open my eyes, I’m at work. It’s more efficient for me to be a live-in employee so I am available at a moment’s notice. A blissful wake up with a peaceful preparation of a shower and a calming cup of coffee is not an opportunity I am granted….
Being Outnumbered And Other Worries About Welcoming Our Third Child
Week 34. That is currently how far along I am in my pregnancy and it’s just now starting to get real. Up until this point I haven’t really paid attention to what week or even what month I was. With roughly 6 weeks to go, I’m becoming increasingly anxious. This will be our third child making me…
Pregnancy Third Degree
I’m huge and it’s more than obvious. The appearance of my pregnant belly is inescapable. Besides hating the physicality of being pregnant, the unavoidable conversations related to my pregnancy is worse. This is my third. The excitement and glow are long gone and replaced with tired eyes to match an overall disheveled appearance. When finding…
Accidental Stay-At-Home Mom
In a state of everlasting exhaustion, operating on little to no sleep, here I am using a tiny toddler fork to shovel the smallest amount of pasta off my son’s leftover lunch plate into my mouth. With no time or energy to prepare something for myself, I pick from his mangled abandoned rations. I’ve been known…
Preschool Blues
Dropping my eldest off at his first day of preschool was surprisingly traumatic for me. I didn’t know a person could cry that uncontrollably over an event that didn’t involve someone dying. Leading up to this dreaded day, I was more preoccupied with making sure he was prepared than to worry about myself. After I walked…
