Ten Reasons I’m A Terrible Wife
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’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.
We didn’t have a fight. Not even a heated argument. I wondered what I did to hurt her, but I was at a total loss as to what it was.
My moment, a chance to escape. I lock the door. My reprieve from the chaos.
We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
I think I’m failing Kindergarten. My pre-parenthood M.O. was to avoid the stuff that overwhelmed me. Especially school. Because math.
My son ate peanut butter all day every day during the summer, but now that he’s back to school in a nut-free environment, he has given up his beloved peanut butter for 6.5 hours a day, and the world has continued to spin.
Nearly every day I make time to work out. It doesn’t always fit into my schedule and sometimes things suffer when I force my workout into my schedule.
Our recipe Live on Cooking with Mo Rose today is definitely NOT EDIBLE—but it’s great to help out your family if you’ve got a cold or flu.
I’m more of a Pinterest fail mom than the epic talent my mother was. I try. I really do. But it’s T-minus 12 days and we’re looking at a naked Halloween.
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.
We didn’t have a fight. Not even a heated argument. I wondered what I did to hurt her, but I was at a total loss as to what it was.
My moment, a chance to escape. I lock the door. My reprieve from the chaos.
We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
I think I’m failing Kindergarten. My pre-parenthood M.O. was to avoid the stuff that overwhelmed me. Especially school. Because math.
My son ate peanut butter all day every day during the summer, but now that he’s back to school in a nut-free environment, he has given up his beloved peanut butter for 6.5 hours a day, and the world has continued to spin.
Nearly every day I make time to work out. It doesn’t always fit into my schedule and sometimes things suffer when I force my workout into my schedule.
Our recipe Live on Cooking with Mo Rose today is definitely NOT EDIBLE—but it’s great to help out your family if you’ve got a cold or flu.
I’m more of a Pinterest fail mom than the epic talent my mother was. I try. I really do. But it’s T-minus 12 days and we’re looking at a naked Halloween.