Share“What?” they reply. “I love you,” I giggle at them. That’s normally what I say to my boys every once in a while. Except one day, Fireman changed everything up on me. “Mommy?” he says my name as a question as my husband drives. “Yes, baby?” I reply, not thinking much of it. “Guess what?”…
Category Archives: Parenting
You Go Ahead and Get Started
ShareWe’ve been working a lot lately with getting our four year old to start helping a bit more. This means general things. You know, cleaning up toys, putting away laundry, wiping his own butt, the normal things. The problem is…he doesn’t want to do anything besides play. Or maybe that’s not a problem and I’m…
Bitch, Stole My Babysitter
ShareThere are few things that we are protective of as women and mothers. We’re protective of our children, our spouses, our homes, our cars. So many of us become mama bears when any of these things are even approached by others looking to steal the love, the good, the support, the time of these items….
Monologue of an Almost Four Year Old
ShareIt’s been one of those days. You know those days where you love your children yet wonder how you’re going to survive the life sentence of parenthood? Those days where if another scream, argument, whine, or just another person climbing on you will just about throw you over the edge (Sorry Hubs, consider yourself warned…
You Got Me, Mommy.
ShareLately I’ve been having an internal struggle with spirituality. My life has been in chaos (or at least seems that way to me) and I can never seem to get a grip on things around me. As soon as I figure it out it all starts to fall out of balance again. So when I…
Wussifying
ShareOh yes, I said it. Wussify. I’ve always wanted to make a word that sounded cool, but totally wasn’t and I’ve made it. Right there. Right now. Wussify. You know you’re jealous. According to Sarapedia: Wussify: the process of making our children spineless little gremlins that lack self control and the ability to have empathy….
When Something Crawled Up and Died
ShareCLANG! “Fireman…stop it. I’m almost done,” I say as I sift through Target’s belts. I’m searching for a wide brown belt that will go perfectly with that new orange and red dress I have sitting in my cart’s basket. “Mooooom, it’s bells. Listen!” “Not right now.” CLING! B starts to laugh at his brother’s antics….
Three Can Suck My Big Toe
Share“Fireman, please put this away.” “No, you put it away.” “Don’t talk to me like that. Please come help put the cars away.” “It’s not fair!” “Life’s not fair. Deal with it. Come help me clean your cars. I don’t want to have to count.” “Noooooo!!!” he tenses his entire body and screams at the…
Choking on Mommy Instincts
ShareThursday mornings in our household are busier than a department store Santa in December. We start by taking Fireman to school around 8:45am and running home to get B down for a nap around 9am. I start the laundry, wash the dishes from breakfast, and if I’m lucky I sneak in a shower. I try…
When Did I Grow Up?
Share“Mommy,” he whispers by my bedside. “The sun’s awake.” “Ok, baby,” I try not to make my groan audible. “Why don’t you come in bed with me and we can cuddle?” I lift him into bed with me and he hugs onto my body. His arms not able to reach my back. I smile as…
