I am lying (or laying…man I still never know which is right)…anyway, I am out in my yard on my back under the sun looking up at the all the blue in the sky while on top of a Target Rainbow Blobz. What’s a Target Rainbow Blobz you ask? It’s basically an outdoor water bed. […]
I’ve made quitting a regular thing throughout my life, which sounds bad. But during this pandemic, I’ve also learned that quitting can be a good thing.
I used to be a highly anxious person, but I learned how to manage it when it comes to parenting. For example, I stay off mom sites and trust the experts.
What they don’t tell you on Pinterest is that cooking or baking with your kids is basically a recipe for frustration and rage…
As summer 2020 wraps up, it seems we’re still no closer to getting our shit together, and I mean that collectively, as in the human race as a whole.
Using the word “just” when you ask a working mother to do the impossible during a pandemic is an insult, and you’re probably pissing her off.
Raising an introvert is hard. Raising a Black son is often terrifying. Raising one who is both presents a special set of challenges for a mother.
May your sunscreen be strong, your sprinkler be sturdy, and your kids be happily occupied without leeching onto you every 12 seconds. Amen!