Humble ramblings of a mom surviving chaos on laughter and luke-warm coffee.
The kids are already tucked in their beds, on time. Maybe even early. They're freshly bathed for the first time it what seems like weeks. Their outfits for the morning are actually laid out, which means their socks will match at least for one day. This is elementary school eve. Even more than birthdays it …
A common scene for me: baby on my hip, an obedient 6-year-old standing quietly at my side and the wild one over there refusing to leave, laying on the ground screaming, "NO!!" A common response from kind moms taking pity on me: You know that just means one day, she'll be a leader. While I'll …
Continue reading To My Daughters: We Need All Types of Leaders
My oldest daughter is six, and officially in "real" school. That means there are girl scout meetings and gymnastics classes. There are birthday parties and playdates. When I first started to emerge from the cocoon that was my house, burp rags, bottles and limited interaction with other moms outside of work, I'll admit I was …
We're headed out of town for the weekend soon, and leaving three perfect angels at home with our trusty, go-to weekend sitter. There is a tailgate to be shopped for and planned, suitcases to be packed, PSR night, gymnastics night and hopefully bath night gently packed between now and the time we leave so I …
Continue reading Notes For the Babysitter: What Parents Really Want to Say.
Hey mama. Yes, you over there, scrolling Facebook pretending to be buried in work emails. And the mom actually buried in work emails. And you, right there—snapping the same picture of your kid going down the same slide for the 15th time in a row. And you, the helicopter mom rolling your eyes at the …