“So is motherhood worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table.
Whether they are little or big, they take our breath away. When they stumble. When they soar. It never really changes. It never gets easier.
I know that you try your best to be a good mother, partner, daughter, and friend, but all too often feel like you are failing at all of them.
Last minute playdate with a sancti-mommy? Surprise visit from your mother-in-law? Never fear. SLACKERMOM knows just what to do.
I know why I’m second best. I know that since I’m the one involved in the daily parenting grind, telling her – make your bed, go brush your teeth, get dressed, STOP jiggling my butt! – I’m the prime target for her frustration and anger. I WANT TO BE THE FAVORITE PARENT!
This one felt different. It was closer to home than ever before. This time, my children are old enough to see the news and ask questions.
My hair became impossibly thick. I started getting teased in grade school as the adorable curls morphed into some curls, some shag carpeting.
The next time someone says, “you can just adopt”, feel free to kindly remind them that adoption is much harder than one would ever guess.
I was advised not to have more children after a high-risk pregnancy resulting in a preemie son. I’m still judged for my decision to have an only child.
To me, mom hair means hair that is way too long and far too neglected. I have not had a haircut since before my second child was born.
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