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.
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.
When I faced going back to work after my maternity leave, my husband and I faced a very real and common challenge–how to balance household management and the mental load between the two of us.
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.
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.
I think I’m failing Kindergarten. My pre-parenthood M.O. was to avoid the stuff that overwhelmed me. Especially school. Because math.
I was terrified of ever seeing a penis, then later sort of mystified at how they worked. I never, ever imagined what a central role they’d play in my life.