Bedtime for Crazy Pants: How We Turned Bedtime from Chaos to Calm
Bedtime at my house is bedlam. Every night plays out the same: things go flying, the shrieks get louder. Boys go crazy, Mom goes bonkers.
Bedtime at my house is bedlam. Every night plays out the same: things go flying, the shrieks get louder. Boys go crazy, Mom goes bonkers.
When we started our potty training journey with my son, I thought that starting early, well before kindergarten was a good idea…
It’s summer, which means warm weather, road trips, and vacations to see Grandma—which means I also get a few to read a good book!
My husband is a perfectly capable human being. Completely. Given a to-do list, he will do anything I ask him to. But sometimes, it’s easier to do it myself.
We all know the stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I’ve been through them…and added a sixth stage—fear.
I hear all the time how “normal” my son seems and looks of surprise when people meet him. I worry about him because his special needs are almost invisible.
I’m the lone female in a house full of men. (Well, unless you count the cat, but she hides in our bedroom closet all the time—and I can’t really blame her.)
Both my mom and step-dad had great jobs and we never talked about money. I know I was privileged, but I want my children to understand the value of work.
Remember me? I’m the one who wrote to tell you all about the not-so-terrible-two’s a few months ago. I’m back to apologize because…I LIED.
I always knew the day would come when my boys would ask about my parents, but it’s hard to prepare for the questions that will come from their tiny mouths.