We all hear about the terrible twos and threenager stage, but I once had a friend explain to me that four is where the real chaos starts, and as we creep up on D’s birthday I’ll just say this— the struggle is real.
“Why” and “No, I’m not going to” have taken reign over my son’s vocabulary like an alien in a host body.… Read the rest
In my deep quest to find myself— or rather, to lose myself— I’ve tried pretty much everything under the sun. The first diet I ever went on was the cabbage soup diet when I was in the 8th grade.
You mean, the one that is only meant for extremely overweight people who are in need of dropping quick pounds before a medical procedure?… Read the rest
I was ten minutes late for my first date with my now-husband.
“How do you do it all?”
A friend asked me this at dinner a few weeks ago, and our conversation stuck with me like a magnet to a fridge.
In the moment, I was quick to respond with an “I don’t!”— perfectly timed and delivered for comedic effect.
I went on to explain to her that in order for me to succeed on any given day, something has to suffer.… Read the rest
I wonder what photo they would use? Probably one I hate. Like that one where I’ve got that big goofy grin and you can see my baby fat and double chin. That’s the one they would grab, I’m sure. They would use that dopey face and vast dimples to paint me as a loving, caring, happy mother.… Read the rest
Throughout the younger years of your children’s lives, especially, you will hear this countless times from older and wiser women in the grocery checkout line. From grandmothers at the park with their grandkids. From moms of teenagers. From pretty much everyone who knows, because they’ve lived it.
You’ll feel the weight of those words in your own heart as your baby’s first birthday approaches, or the first time they deny a kiss from you.… Read the rest