I am a working mom. Most of the time I have made peace with this reality. But tonight it feels like I’m being asked to walk the plank. I’m an anxious, weepy mess. Which causes me to cling to my tiny baby while snapping at my ornery toddler at the same time. As Daniel Tiger… Continue reading stretch
I write this in a space of nap-panic. That moment when you lay your precious babe down and you start to list all the things that you need to accomplish. You can usually separate the list into two categories. Things you should do: laundry, dishes, sweep/mop floors, plan meals, take down birthday sign that’s been… Continue reading #momoftheyear
“How’s motherhood?” she asked. I hadn’t seen my friend since Mila was born. Moments before, she commented on how huge my boobs had gotten since we saw each other last. This reminded me that I had forgotten to pump that afternoon. No wait, I had forgotten to pump twice. Which means I inadvertently told my body… Continue reading then comes a baby in a baby carriage
In exactly six days, I have to return to work. And amid trying to savor all the moments and carpe the diems, I have been feeling all sorts of doom and gloom. There is nothing that is going to change the outcome of this week, and as a result, I feel like I’m walking… Continue reading Six Days Left
Standing in the dining room the other day, I looked down at myself and asked my husband, “What has become of me?” I was wearing some dirty crew socks, droopy maternity shorts, and a red, long-underwear style shirt with no bra. Over the top of this classy ensemble was a hot pink fuzzy robe, worn… Continue reading what has become of me?