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How Much Longer?

Being an adult and doing all-the-adulty-things can be really hard. Being a parent and doing all-the-parenty-things can also be really hard. When you combine these things with the challenges that exist when you have a toddler and a baby, tensions rise as quickly as patience falls. The result is inevitably an explosion of some kind. In our house, the verbal shrapnel after an explosion can be found strewn across the room and embedded into the plastic toys and books littering the floor. On a particularly hard week wherein the baby…

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10 Reasons I Want to Punch the Bubble Guppies in the Throat

Let me start by saying that I hold no illusions about cartoons. I know they exist in alternate cartoon-universes and can bend all sorts of real world rules to do whatever they want to do. Because it’s not real life. That’s why Boots the Monkey can talk and SpongeBob Squarepants exists at all. Despite knowing this, however, I cannot seem to stop my brain from exploding or my eyes from crossing, each time Bubble Guppies gets played in my house. Bubble Guppies Universe, what is going ON in there? 1….

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Mom’s Day Off

She leapt from the shower, cheeks flushed from excitement and warm water. “Why stop with clean hair?” she asked the woman grinning back at her in the hazy mirror. She reached for her mascara wand and brazenly plumped her eyelashes. “How long do you think you’ll be?” her husband’s voice fought its way through the closed door and steam. “There’s no telling, babe,” she answered, giddy at the prospect. “I’ve never been to this one before. It might take an hour, it might take all day.” She whispered again to…

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I Am Not My Son’s Favorite Parent

“I want daddy.” My breath catches in my throat. “Really? You don’t want me to give you a bath?” My voice cracks. “No, I want Daddy for bath. Daddy, give mommy [Little Bird],” my older son insists. Sigh. “I’ll give him his bath,” my husband acquiesces and hands me the baby. I watch as my almost three-year-old ambles over to the bathroom, where I usually need to drag him. I’ve always been the one to put him to bed, only relinquishing it to my husband on the rare occasion I’m…

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Frazzled Mom vs #TheRightSeat

We have all been there – been THAT mom. The one who is a frazzled mess, throwing bags, and blankets, and kids into the car in a rush to get somewhere. Realizing you forgot something, running back inside, running back out, and maybe even running in again. You come out to find that the kid that you put in the car seat and buckled up is now somehow sitting on the floorboard playing with the latest dropped snack from who knows when. If you are reading this and have no…

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