Want to know a secret? I don’t want my kids to be independent. You read that right. I believe independence as we see it in modern western society is entirely overrated and unhealthy. I would much rather my children learn … Continue reading →
I can’t tell you how many times over the last year I have sobbed myself to sleep while considering putting my kids in public school. I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. Life with a chronic illness left … Continue reading →
Raise your hand if you’re so stubborn that you’ve prioritized healthy eating over your actual health and well-being. *sheepishly raising my own hand* Okay, now raise your hand if you’ve made yourself feel sick and exhausted by eating only junk … Continue reading →
“For the love of Pete! Did I REALLY just try to put the jar of peanut butter in the sink and my spoon in the pantry!?!” Yeah. I did. This was an actual moment from my life last week. Can … Continue reading →
This isn’t what I signed up for. I’m tired. I’m anxious. I’m overwhelmed. Parenthood was supposed to be joyful. I was supposed to be happy. I was going to spend my days cuddling and reading books and my nights resting … Continue reading →
As I looked at the distressed mom sitting across from me, clearly heartbroken over the news she was getting, I listened to the comforting words of the teacher running the meeting. She looked at the mom with kindness in her … Continue reading →
You know that moment when your kid asks you for something they REALLY want, but you have no idea how to make it happen? You know they are going to be so disappointed if you say no, but you you … Continue reading →
Last week my three year old turned into a complete lunatic. She was the kind of stark-raving mad where she screamed in my face over what color plate she got for breakfast. Then I heard a few sniffles, a cough, … Continue reading →
When I was pregnant with my first child I was given a large tube of Desitin at my shower. When my sevond baby was born I still had that large tube of Desitin, almost completely untouched. I think between … Continue reading →
If you haven’t already read part 1 of Isabelle’s Birth Story, go do that now, then come back and pick up with the second half. When last we left off, I was in hard labor, swearing like a sailor, and … Continue reading →
