An Open Letter To My TV: Many Thank Yous
I would like to take this moment to recognize all the times throughout the years my TV has given me a moment of peace or provided a much-needed distraction aiding me in surviving parenthood. My Dearest TV, You’ve gotten a pretty bad reputation over the years, especially related to your relationship with the kiddos. Research…
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…
Ape Sh*t
Before I hear a cry, scream or even a plea to come get them out of their beds in the morning, I hear my youngest pounding his chest. The pounding is accompanied with a soft, bellowing rhythmic noise. Is he calling for me? No, of course not. He’s pretending to be a gorilla, but even…
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…
We’re All Going to Have Fun, Damn It! Whether You Like It or Not!
Without including various expletives, the title is as accurate as my attitude was today. Countless times, I plan for family fun outings envisioning this magical experience filled with laughs, smiles and so much happiness it hurts. Oh, it hurts all right, but not in a warm fuzzy feeling kind of way. Time and time again,…
My Toddler’s Nocturnal Nonsense
Waking up in the middle of the night used to be business as usual. Most often the cause was related to my pregnancy woes. Sometimes it would be from a noise or my husband selfishly encroaching on my side of the bed and hogging the blankets. Recently, a new culprit has emerged catching me completely…
