Right now, as I’m typing this, I’m in the McDonald’s drive-thru line. It is 5:19pm. Tonight marks the second time this week I’m feeding my kids Grade A, Unadulterated Crap.
Here’s How to Survive Breastfeeding
Before having kids, I pictured early motherhood in several scenarios–mostly charmed–but I can promise you that not one vignette in my mind’s eye was that of me, standing in a hot shower, squeezing my own nipple to within an inch of its own life.
It is school night and all the kids are asleep by 8:00. This has put me in the unique position of being able to wholeheartedly commit to doing one of two things: Work, or binge on Netflix.
Just Wondering: Who’s Your Hero?
Nowadays, “hero” conjures to mind another life-giving (and taking-away force, if you’re really acting like an asshole)–moms.
This was the scene last week in the foyer of our house, as my five and three-year-old ripped and roared through the hallways as I held the baby in the other room, enjoying some much-needed time with a friend, oblivious to the mess as I caught up with a friend.
This Is Why I Don’t Plan Things During “Nap Time”
Has any child in the history of children ever napped when she was supposed to?
Is This Why You’re So Sad While You’re Nursing?
Even five years later, I still remember the moment very distinctly. In his dark room, I nursed my two-week-old son. We glided back and forth on his chair, all alone, it felt, in more ways than one.
Just Wondering: Do You Schedule Your Baby?
Pen and paper in hand, I marked all the feeding and nap times my infant son had gone through that day, and tried to make sense of it. I compared the blocks of time to those outlined in the Schedule-Your-Baby books before me, trying to decipher a pattern, and ultimately come up with a plan of attack that would have him going down to nap at the same precise time each day.
This is 5
I know other parents totally understand what I’m talking about. I’ve started to call these are The Payback Moments. For all of the cleaning up of spilled juice, picking hard Mac ‘n Cheese noodles out of our couch cushions, and doing eleventy bajillion loads of laundry every week, there is a moment like this. And by God, is it all worth it.
On Cat Fights
It’s perplexing to me that even we, as women, are in the middle of a movement that promises a tide change in the way the world views and treats us—and yet we still manage to garner headlines for being, well, downright petty.