I watched my son bury a carrot deep into his hummus dish. He intricately excavated the covered carrot with his spoon, and proceeded to paint the kitchen counter with the hummus-filled spoon. Eyeing the mess that was becoming larger and larger, I could feel my mind running in two different directions. I was a pendulum …
Hi, I’m a stay-at-home mom. And why when asked what I do, my voice quiets as I state I am a stay-at-home mom? As if this job title is not sufficient or worthy of note. Who me? Yeah, just a stay-at-home mom, trying to figure it out. I find myself cringing when I fill out …
“I can’t believe how awful I was. I keep imagining his sweet little face looking at me like that. How could I have yelled at him with such anger?” I put my head in my hands, sobbing. Overwhelmed by emotion, I imagined my oldest son, my firstborn baby, looking wide-eyed at me, wondering who this …
After celebrating one whole year postpartum (whoa), I feel like I am walking out of some type of fog. I look behind me at the months that have so quickly passed, not recognizing myself from those first few craaaaazy months as a new mom. From blindly surfing the emotional high to low to high waves, …
Exasperation hit the fan, and let’s just say, {stuff} got real…fast. My usually accommodating self could no longer contain my frustration. The culprit? Changing my son’s diaper. You know you need a break when a diaper change makes steam come out of your ears. The diaper change had been always been a playful feud, but …
