
Meal Planning is Impossible Now I’m a Mom
When it was just my husband and myself, it was SO easy to meal plan. We’d sit down once a week. But now we have a toddler…it’s impossible.

When it was just my husband and myself, it was SO easy to meal plan. We’d sit down once a week. But now we have a toddler…it’s impossible.

It’s like we expect this light switch to flip on their second birthday and our sweet angel baby to be replaced by a scary toddler!

I cried when she walked for the first time. And cried every time I thought about it for the following week. She’s getting big so fast…and each first is the last time.

While I thought that while potty training might take a little time, teaching one tiny human to pee in the toilet can’t be that hard, right?

There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.

I suspect Sprout sees me as a lost cause. He views me as Little Bird’s parent and Daddy as “his” parent.

She leapt from the shower, cheeks flushed from excitement and warm water. “Why stop with clean hair?” she asked the woman grinning back at her in the hazy mirror. She reached for her mascara wand and brazenly plumped her eyelashes.

My daughter needed to know what’s happening, when. Change of plans agitated her; then she’d wonder what if it doesn’t go as planned? What if something goes wrong? Or if plans did change—why? What was wrong?

When my daughter blew out three candles on her birthday cake I thought

Remember when you had a baby and you started your obsession with poop?

Good heavens. Are you seriously surviving your summer?! I decided to take the

Let me start by saying that I hold no illusions about cartoons. I

When it was just my husband and myself, it was SO easy to meal plan. We’d sit down once a week. But now we have a toddler…it’s impossible.

It’s like we expect this light switch to flip on their second birthday and our sweet angel baby to be replaced by a scary toddler!

I cried when she walked for the first time. And cried every time I thought about it for the following week. She’s getting big so fast…and each first is the last time.

While I thought that while potty training might take a little time, teaching one tiny human to pee in the toilet can’t be that hard, right?

There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.

I suspect Sprout sees me as a lost cause. He views me as Little Bird’s parent and Daddy as “his” parent.

She leapt from the shower, cheeks flushed from excitement and warm water. “Why stop with clean hair?” she asked the woman grinning back at her in the hazy mirror. She reached for her mascara wand and brazenly plumped her eyelashes.

My daughter needed to know what’s happening, when. Change of plans agitated her; then she’d wonder what if it doesn’t go as planned? What if something goes wrong? Or if plans did change—why? What was wrong?

When my daughter blew out three candles on her birthday cake I thought

Remember when you had a baby and you started your obsession with poop?

Good heavens. Are you seriously surviving your summer?! I decided to take the

Let me start by saying that I hold no illusions about cartoons. I