C2 is my middle child. She is 3-years old, fiercely independent, and unpredictable. I am constantly questioning my ability to parent her in a way that encourages self-expression, while keeping the batshit crazy in check. Her freak-flag flies high. Imagination C2 is a kiddo with an ability to turn any situation into an … Continue reading Parenting a Painfully Independent Spirit
I was tired. I desperately needed some extra sleep after being held-over to work until 3am. It was a cool morning and my husband had cracked a window in our bedroom. I was cuddled under a down blanket. My husband had left for work, so the bed was mine. The baby woke … Continue reading Some days I rock the “Mom” title. Today my kids ate 2-pounds of sandwich meat for breakfast while I slept.
Motherhood is hard. If you are anything like me you are likely your biggest critic. I experience constant doubt about my parenting skills. I often wonder just how badly I'm screwing up my kids. There have been multiple moments that I am sure a therapist will hear about in 20-years or so. Adding the critical … Continue reading Cut the Crap: The sanctimommy B.S. needs to stop
I am one of those parents that usually speaks before I think. This results in some super random comments coming out of my mouth. Potty training: "Don't touch the poop!" "No, your vagina and your butthole are not the same thing." "It will not miss you, flush." "It's cool that you can pee with no … Continue reading A list of crap I can’t believe I’ve said: Parenting Edition
There have been times in my budding parenting career that a true battle of wills has ensued. I never thought I would spend so much time and energy trying to rationalize with a freaking toddler. These conversations are unavoidable, but they are survivable. Pick your battles. Before the battle begins, make sure it is worth … Continue reading Hostile Negotiations: True Parenting Skill
The above picture is my chicken, Luke, and her seven little Jedi. Luke is a badass mama who doesn't take any crap from anyone. She has successfully raised her littles and defended them from an army of barn cats, a 120lb lab, and my own human littles who want to love her chicken littles to … Continue reading Luke the chicken has the right idea: Let your kids enjoy the dirt.
Most people have been exposed to some version of the incessant phonics bus. The monotonous and repetitive droning of letters and sounds is burned into my mind. I have fantasized about the demise of this bus. Watching it be thrown from a highway overpass and then promptly run over by a semitruck, … Continue reading If the phonics bus was honest.
I'm a skeptic about all things paranormal. Unfortunately for me, my children are not. There have been several instances in my parenting career that make me question my own skepticism. C1's relationship with the past Grandpa Henry and Ruger My son (C1) was 2.5- years old when it started. We had just … Continue reading My kids are a living Halloween special: Conversations with the dead and talk of past lives
I am sure that everyone has read her comments. She clearly has all her ducks in a row. Hell, her ducks are marching in straight military fashion. You can just picture her perfect little life. You also kind of hope she chokes on her own bullshit. Any news article about an unfortunate accident, … Continue reading I wish my life was as perfect as the mom in the comment section.
I have experienced times in my parenting life that I have been asked to let "all my friends know" about whatever event or another. At these points I typically just stare off into a distance and look dumbfounded. Most notably my Tired Not Dead partner recently asked me to invite "my people" to a Tired … Continue reading I don’t have people… I have kids: A confession of social isolation.
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