I see a trend where women are opening up (no pun intended) about the parts that make us women. I have seen some hilariously done items about grooming, yoga pants, and various things. I cannot do it, and here is a list of reasons why: 1) My phone autocorrects vagina […]
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What They Don’t Teach You in Childbirth Classes (But Should)
By Mumma McD of Toilets Aren’t for Turtles Mr. McD and I went to childbirth classes at our local public hospital when I was in the later stages of pregnancy with Little Miss. We never really discussed the pros and cons of going; we just went along because we were told to […]
20 Tell-Tale Signs You Parent an Anxious Kid
Parenting an anxious kid is like parenting a different species. Those of you who have anxious kids know what I mean. When you are in the trenches with an anxious kid – you better learn to laugh. Not sure you have an anxious kid? Here are some tell-tale signs! […]
Because Cursing In A Blog Post Makes You A Whore
I curse. Sometimes more than I should. Sometimes just to loosen the passion phlegm that gets stuck in my throat after reading a sanctimonious tale. That’s what happened yesterday: I choked on an article that someone had written with an egotistical pen. She was angry in her words, with me […]
The Kindness Challenge: 12 Ways to Encourage Other Moms
By Samantha Wassel of Between the Monkey Bars Look around the mothering community—both online and off it—and you’ll see it everywhere: Judgment. Mockery. Contempt. Resentment. Cruelty. *Sigh* Mamas, what are we doing to one another? Motherhood is supposed to be a force that unites us, not one that divides us. […]
A Letter to My Eternally Optimistic Child
By Kelly Arnell of Why Did We Have to Have All These Kids Anyway? Dear Middle Child, I don’t know why you are such an optimist, but please, please don’t ever change. No matter what the problem — spilled milk, skinned knee, rainy day — doesn’t matter, your response is […]
4 Reasons Back to School Can Suck My…
By Darla Halyk of New World Mom My least favorite summer month is August. It comes a close second to how I feel about Sundays. I love my day of rest, I really do. But as Sunday progresses into the evening hours, I feel my sense of relaxation disintegrating into […]
Forms Are the Devil, or Why Imma Stab the Next Person Who Makes Me Fill One Out
I am so tired of filling out forms. So tired of it. Sometimes I feel like it’s all I do, this filling out of forms. First it’s the forms for Ewing’s slew of doctors and therapists. Each form is pretty much the same — a detailed rundown of his medical […]