To the Mom who wants to do everything just “perfect” : Don’t. I know, I know. It’s so easy to say that, but really, don’t do it. Perfection is boring. Maybe I’m weird (I am), but I want to be flawed. I want to be dynamic, to evolve as a woman, as a mother, to
We’d just toured the school that I was supposed to go to after he was born. We, my agency worker and I, stood in the spring sunlight, my belly aching from the constant Braxton Hicks, speaking with hope of all the things I’d be doing in the coming months. The focus had shifted from planning
Guys, I went to Parent Council again. As in, I also went last month too. In the first two months of school, I’ve gone to Parent Council more than I did last year. I always start each school year with the idea that I’ll be more involved at my kid’s schools. Then I don’t, because
Yesterday, I cleaned the kitchen six times. I thought about how dull and meaningless my life is now. How I don’t measure up to all those other mothers. How easy I have it and yet here I am, pathetic and miserable. How I don’t soak in the moments enough. The guilt, it’s always there. It’s
A year ago, I stood in my kitchen, one hand grasped to a wine glass with wine far too sweet, the other grasping the cordless phone as I tried my best to not cry into it, as I explained to my mother-in-law what had taken place that afternoon. I could see out of the corner
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