
My Five-Year-Old Still Uses a Pacifier
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
When I faced going back to work after my maternity leave, my husband and I faced a very real and common challenge–how to balance household management and the mental load between the two of us.
I think I’m failing Kindergarten. My pre-parenthood M.O. was to avoid the stuff that overwhelmed me. Especially school. Because math.
Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.
I’m more of a Pinterest fail mom than the epic talent my mother was. I try. I really do. But it’s T-minus 12 days and we’re looking at a naked Halloween.
I was terrified of ever seeing a penis, then later sort of mystified at how they worked. I never, ever imagined what a central role they’d play in my life.