I don’t love motherhood. Not every day. Not every hour. Not every minute. It takes so much out of me. Demands all of me. It is exhausting. It is overwhelming. It is all consuming. I don’t love the endless laundry and cleaning. But I do love teaching my sons how to be responsible and contribute … More I don’t love motherhood
I have avoided this subject because, well it is very painful. And scary. And the one thing that could very well break me. My boys. My sons. My sweet, innocent, loving boys. Divorce. Combine them and it hurts. Their dad and I are united in raising them together. Right now, we agree on how we … More I am sharing my children with another woman
Sunday wasn’t the best day for our little family. April was pretending to be January. My children thought 6:30 am was a good time to play, shout, and wrestle on my bed. I was (and still am) in limbo with my medication transition and my sleep, patience, and nerves were lacking. My four year old … More A bad Sunday doesn’t make me a bad mom
I knew motherhood was going to be hard. I read about it. I heard about it. I saw it. All around me. I prepared myself as best as possible and then I was going to just learn as I go. Today, I am still winging it. More now than in the past six years. I … More Loving my strong willed child
I am scared to let my children play outside alone. They are 6 and almost 4. At an age that if they are in the back playing, I feel comfortable with them outside alone. But I am scared. I have always felt this way. I am scared to leave them alone unattended for anything. To … More I am scared to let my children play outside alone (and it’s not what you think)
For some reason, the end of the year brings many memories flooding back. Maybe it’s the holidays. Maybe it’s reflecting on the past year. Maybe it’s in anticipation of what I would like to happen in the new year. But it occurs more frequently. Especially images and thoughts of my childhood. I had a good … More I hope they remember
It has been a week. Today a struggle for me to hold it together. Just irritated with everything. Stressful at work. Throw in some PMS, the hundredth meltdown for I don’t even know the reason, and two kids complaining about the food I made again for supper, I had it. I yelled. More than my … More Last night, I yelled
Lovely in the Dark 