Ah, fall. Pumpkin spice is in the air. Kids are back in school. Oh, and they’re bringing home a petri dish of germs, like hand-foot-and-mouth. Yaaaaaay.
Everyone thought I’d suffer from postpartum depression, but my history with mental illness actually helped me cope and face challenges as a new mom.
My son has never had a lot of friends, but at his old school, he at least had a few. Now he sits alone, eats alone, and plays alone. And it’s breaking my heart.
Bra straps can be a pain, but I don’t know that having titty tape (that looks like bunny-shaped chicken cutlets) stuck to our chests is a better look.
My middle child is what some call “spirited.” What that actually means is that he destroys everything in his path. Yet somehow, he’s my favorite.
At the start of summer, I was fun summertime mom and we went to all the places and did all the things. Now, I’m counting the minutes until school starts.
If you’ve taken family photos, especially with the hopes of a holiday card, you know these 5 stages. The depression is the worst.
I use funny “boozy mom” talk to describe my struggles because it’s better to be a “boozy mom” than a depressed one. Or so I thought.