By Katie Wadland of EatSleepMomRepeat Bedtime. That pesky seven letter word that stands between you and your wine after twelve hours of tending to everyone’s needs before your own. Bedtime. Because the last thing you feel like doing after a long day at work is begging your kids to go […]
By Beth Pugh of Like Baby Bear Soup When I see you in the store with your new bundled blessing, I guarantee I’ll smile. I’ll look you right in your love-filled eyes and tell you your little one is beautiful. I’ll comment on the baby’s hair or eyes or lips, […]
By Jessie of FlusteredMom.com Tears dripped from my five-year-old’s cheek, plopping onto her discarded beans. “They look as-gust-ing,” she wailed. “Try them. You’ll get nothing else until you do,” I replied sternly. This was a power struggle that resurfaced from time to time. My daughter was stubborn, but I had conviction. […]
By Nicole Hardy of She Emerges Dear Darling Daughter, There has been something on my mind lately, and I’m guessing you are slightly aware? If not, let me cut right to the chase. I’m not sure what time zone you are living in, but it isn’t aligning with the one […]
By Rachel Perkins of The Well-Adjusted Adult I oftentimes find myself comparing my parenting to that of the generations before me. I tend to assume they got it right and that my generation is the one struggling with this whole raising-a-person thing. I assume because my peers and I are […]
By Julie Hoag When I was a teenager, a friend called me a bitch, but he said that was a good thing. He looked me straight in the face and called me a bitch. I dropped my jaw in shock. He said it meant I didn’t put up with crap. […]
By Hillary Westover of Hillary with 2 Ls (please) When you come to my house, you should probably wear socks. You see, the vacuum has steadily made its way down my list of priorities and has settled just under “shaving my legs” and above “scrubbing the oven.” Crumbs and sand […]
By Amanda Elder of Stay-at-Home Panda I’d be lying if I said having two kids is easier than one. There’s double the mess, double the fuss, and I still find myself cooking with one hand and chasing a toddler around restaurants. However, something shifted in me when I became a mom […]