I was in the kitchen washing bottles (I’m somewhat of a bottle bitch these days), and I heard my son say to my husband, “I don’t want to be with mommy today. I want the babysitter to come, because she’s fun.” Although he’s five-years-old, and didn’t mean to hurt my feelings, it stung. As I … [Read more…]
We all hear the words “dry drowning” and we get a big lump in our throat. The concept is terrifying, because we have been taught our whole lives that a drowning incident involves water submersion and immediate response and rescue. We have been programmed to think that once our child gets out of the water, … [Read more…]
Just as I was thanking God that I survived my unbearable pregnancy and the horrid postpartum time-frame, and things were starting return to some sort of normalcy, my body decided to kick me in the ass, and hand me another dose of reality. You see, that’s the thing about pregnancy and childbirth, it’s the gift … [Read more…]
Yesterday I owned parenting, and decided my life would no longer be ruled by a five year old. Well, at least not every aspect of it. I’m not going to lie; having two kids has been unimaginably hard. I knew it would be difficult, sometimes. What I didn’t anticipate was it being hard every single … [Read more…]
I finally left the house, after a month of being confined to the four walls of my home with a newborn and a toddler, to get some much needed “me time.” My husband had told me to go do something for myself, so I decided after major neglect of my physical appearance, I would go … [Read more…]
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that parenting and pregnancy do not mix. It’s just impossible to be on your parenting A-game with a parasite, I mean, a beautiful bundle of joy sucking the life out of you 24/7. I’m not saying that my parenting game has ever been strong, but this pregnancy has brought it to an entirely … [Read more…]
SO, I don’t know about you but this summer has been the summer of zero f**cks. I’m pregnant. I’m exhausted. And it’s beginning to really sink in that this is our last summer with little Carlos as an only child. I decided early on-or my exhausted body decided for me-that I was running a different … [Read more…]
