He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.
My inner badass is in there. I’ve missed her. I pretty much have just been bad. And on some days, I’ve just been an ass. But not today.
When I first read about the controversy about the latest Peleton commercial, something about it (the story, not the ad) really bothered me.
If you are a fan of college sports, you’ve likely heard the term redshirt. You might have also heard of it in terms of kindergarten.
I hated you when you wished for your child to “just stay little,” but now I understand. You’ve said it often. “Why can’t they just stay little?”
For my 41st birthday, I ran away from home. I checked into a hotel, drank mimosas next to the pool, took a 30-minute shower, ate breakfast in my bed, and never once turned on the TV. It was blissful.
Because, I know this is horrible, but… if you aren’t teaching your kids those things, you’re probably raising an a**hole.
I’ve heard all the platitudes since becoming the mom of a child with special needs.
