My kids are now at that age where I have to start getting them involved in sports crap. When he was 4, we tried soccer with Alister, and it was A DISASTER. The kid couldn’t run. He couldn’t kick. He couldn’t even follow the team en masse around the field. […]
Parenting
What to Expect When You’re Expecting Your Second
It’s hard. And uncomfortable. And it would be better for everyone if babies really did get dropped off on our doorstep by a giant bird carrying a nature-made baby sling. When I became pregnant with my 2nd, I started thinking about all the horrors of the 1st, and I panicked. […]
The Non-Domestic Mom’s Guide to Hosting a Birthday Party
Let’s say you’ve been taking Junior to a lot of peers’ birthday parties lately. They could be 4th birthday parties. Maybe 5th. Maybe even 6th, 7th, or 8th. Eventually, Junior’s going to ask for or expect his/her own birthday party. You could say no, of course, but then you’d be […]
Dear Newly Inducted Special Needs Mom
I see you. And I don’t mean I see you see you (though I do physically see you). I mean I see inside you — I see the storm that’s tearing your soul apart, bit by unimaginable bit. I can see you because I am you. Not now you, of […]
My Son Likes My Husband More Than Me
And that makes me sad. This is nothing new, mind you. Since the moment I went back to work (I had favorite locked down up until that point), I’ve been a second thought. A person to turn to when all other avenues have been exhausted. Practically a stranger. My husband […]
“Mommy, My Butt Hurts” and Other Signs You’re a Parent
Yesterday, I announced my intent to write a book titled “Mommy, My Butt Hurts” and Other Indicators I’m Living The Dream. I’m still going to do that sometime between learning American Sign Language and how to play the guitar. (Put it on your calendars. At this rate, it should be […]
S is for Stress, Screaming, and Shidookey
S is for Stress I am Stressed. Out. I can’t commit to one responsibility for longer than 10 minutes because the other responsibilities just sit there, mean muggin’ me. I have papers to grade. No matter how many I grade, the pile continues to grow. I have dishes to wash. […]