Confession: I can’t f*cking stand my son. To be clear, he’s two. Ugh. The kid wakes up before the sun rises every day. Demands Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. AND the iPad. Both. He wants two screens cause one isn’t good enough for this psychopath. He demands orange juice. Or milk. Or both, or more specifically, whichever …
Pandemic Tired.
Y’all. I’m tired. And I miss writing. I miss writing so much and yet, I’m not sure what to write about. I haven’t written a blog post in months and trust me, I wish I had, and I need to write. So I sit here wondering what monumental thing has happened lately and I realize …
Educational Roulette*
I’m going to go ahead and address the academic elephant in the room. We, as parents and/or teachers, are being invited to a game of Russian roulette. Parents and teachers who love their children and families to death are being forced to contemplate that same death. We love our children and value their education as …
Hindsight is…
Ok, y’all. I’m probably gonna murder my kids. Like, not literally, but my mom actually told me today that I need a break…after I spilled my vodka/tonic that I had discretely made for myself, with her vodka, before noon. She also bought me a plant and told me to make myself another drink. Thanks, Ma. …
I don’t want to hold your baby.
I don’t want to hold your baby. I’m sorry.
Prior To Delivery: Visitors Edition
Let’s talk about visitors, shall we?
Nursing.
February, 2019 I have been asked many times about my breastfeeding experiences. My response is always something like, “I’m not the right person for that question” by which I actually mean, “I had terrible experiences so I’d politely suggest that you ask someone who had a better experience”. For those of you who didn’t pry, …
The end of an era.
April, 2019 I remember the last time I breastfed my eldest. She was exactly 6 months old to the day. She’d been weaning for a couple months. We were visiting my parents in MA and we were in their office. I felt relieved that I was done. I remember the last time I breastfed my …