Right now, today: I don’t want to be Mommy. I want this season to pass. I want to wake up on the other side of their childhood.
Somewhere, at some point, a woman sat connected to a pump and had gotten more than her baby could eat. Her lactation donation helped my preemie.
With the school year quickly coming to an end, I decided to come up with a quiz that crazed moms like me could really use: Just how over the school year are you?
I haven’t slept for more than three straight hours in eight months. I’m being held together through sheer force of will, caffeine, and napping in toilet stalls.
After successfully navigating prom season with three daughters who attended a combined seven proms, I began a new chapter of parenting, this time from the boy’s perspective, despite his very best efforts to keep me in the dark.