Let’s talk about anxiety. Because if I’m being completely honest, anxiety stole all the fucks I had to give. Seriously, in my 23 years of momming, I have NEVER met a woman who didn’t battle anxiety at some point in motherhood. One in nine women suffer from postpartum depression and/or […]
Therapists have suggested I think of my anxiety as a friend so that I learn to accept it as a part of my life. But the thing is, my anxiety is a bitch.
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.
We’re walking into the most obvious shit show the world has seen in recent memory.
IBS is a real bitch — especially when you’re trapped in the school pick up line. You might find yourself sneaking into the bus lane in desperation.
We are told about the village, and we live close to one another. Yet so many of us moms are still incredibly lonely.
What happens in a 30-minute timespan when you have an irrational 3-year-old and you’re waiting anxiously for the angry 5-year-old to wake up.
She jumped up off the bed, gave all the medical staff a high five for fixing her problems, and left the hospital while proudly chanting her college alma mater.