
When Parenting Took Over my Marriage
Every new parent goes through that phase when marriage inadvertently crawls to sulk in a dark corner of the basement, hidden by cobwebs, grieving alone.
Every new parent goes through that phase when marriage inadvertently crawls to sulk in a dark corner of the basement, hidden by cobwebs, grieving alone.
Putting on that bathing suit was a BIG deal for me and my girls’ reactions made an impact. What they think matters more than anything.
I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.
There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
I’m going to spend a few minutes feeling guilty about what a terrible wife I am instead of my questionable mothering skills. You know, for a change of pace.
I thought that as an adult, I was done with panic attacks. I was cocky, hadn’t had one in years, I was so obviously over them. But when your life is somehow upended, the dormant ways float back to the surface.
I finally went off my medication after months of wanting to wean. I have longed to be free from the medication, but I don’t know if I can make it.
I started wondering about the accountability of personal trainers. What if I didn’t tell Tim about my health, followed his diet, and wound up in the hospital?
“So is motherhood worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table.