motherhood

Special Needs Parenting is Exhausting…and I’m Really Tired

He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.

Why Can’t I Be the Favorite Parent?

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!

Motherhood: Is it Worth It?

“So is motherhood worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table.

One Child is not a Selfish Choice

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.

Painting the Yellow Room

When we got our new house, we painted one of the rooms yellow. I always thought of it as the baby’s room. And then I had fertility issues.

My Kids Take Melatonin: Don’t Judge Me

My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”

Five More Minutes

Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.

Motherhood Means Letting Go

I consider walking him right back to our house where he belongs because he is not ready for school. Still, I know the truth: He is plenty ready—I am not.

Special Needs Parenting is Exhausting…and I’m Really Tired

He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.

Why Can’t I Be the Favorite Parent?

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!

Motherhood: Is it Worth It?

“So is motherhood worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table.

One Child is not a Selfish Choice

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.

Painting the Yellow Room

When we got our new house, we painted one of the rooms yellow. I always thought of it as the baby’s room. And then I had fertility issues.

My Kids Take Melatonin: Don’t Judge Me

My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”

Five More Minutes

Five more minutes has forever been the lament of my son. It started with bedtimes when he was young, and continued through to high school.

Motherhood Means Letting Go

I consider walking him right back to our house where he belongs because he is not ready for school. Still, I know the truth: He is plenty ready—I am not.