The first day of school would inevitably include the correction of my name in the vast majority of rolls called. It’s not “Rhianna” or “Rhiawwna.” I don’t know why people seem to assume the “n” is silent.
Underscheduled? My daughter looks at hobbies like a buffet—today she is on another ballet kick, last month it was pottery. She can’t pick just one.
I recently found myself standing in Target, unable to move. I stared intently at the
What if the mommy wars are just a very vocal minority trying to make life difficult for the rest of us?
The reality is that I have no earthly idea what I am doing with the big kid during school breaks, and have mostly been covering my ears and humming repetitive tunes rather than having to research it, price it, and register. For short breaks, I foist her off on friends and neighbors, but for longer breaks, I’m going to actually have to plan.
While my child was in the NICU, I had plenty of time to read every top ten preemie list I could get my hands on. Here’s what I found.
Dear Lazy Mother in the Grocery Store, Lunchables? Really? I heard your kid whining for popsicles. I saw you reach into the freezer and ask which type.
I’m sorry my body failed you. Protecting my children is a most fundamental desire—but we had to keep me healthy so that I could be there to see you grow up.
I haven’t slept for more than three straight hours in eight months. I’m being held together through sheer force of will, caffeine, and napping in toilet stalls.
Dear mom who is totally screwing up, Today my five-year-old daughter screamed the whole way
