The Struggle That Is Mombrain
Lately, I feel like I’m in a relentless struggle to remember anything and everything. I barely know what month we’re in, let alone what day of the week it is. I’m always in a constant search for my lost cup(s) of coffee, keys are being left in the door and my debit card is always…
Proud To Be The World’s Okayest Mom
I really tried kids. I really, really did. I tried my hardest to be the perfect parent. One that feeds you only organic, homemade meals. One that never exposes you to TV or gives you sugar in any form. One that would always be fun, fair and firm. One who was consistent in discipline and…
Why I’m Loving The Newborn Stage
I enjoy the newborn phase. (gasp!) I know, I know. Who in their right mind takes pleasure in suffering from sleep-deprivation, non-stop diaper and outfit changes, constant feedings and being at the complete mercy of an incredibly demanding human being? No one enjoys these things – not even me – but there is a silver…
This Moment Is Everything
Disclaimer: Uncharacteristically sappy article lie ahead which may incite unexpected emotions. Proceed with caution. I claim no responsibility for the warm and fuzzy feelings that may overcome you while reading. As I write this, I’m staring down at my newest little one who is approaching two days old. Embracing her in my arms, I watch as…
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…
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…
