I was sitting in a fast food restaurant, having lunch with my daughter after a day of shopping, when my then 7 year old nonchalantly asked, "I wonder why daddy picked her over you?" In a split second my chest tightened and I fought to hide back the tears. My head fogged up and I… Continue reading “I Wonder Why Daddy Picked Her Over You.”
Thank God It's My Every Other Friday. You know the one I'm talking about. The one where dad shows up to scoop up the kid and you're left in sweet, blissful silence. My pup Molly asleep at my feet, chamomile tea on my nightstand, City and Colour playing in the background. No where to be,… Continue reading Introverted Me: Every Other Weekend Bliss
Fast forward. She's 9 now. And guess what? Momma needs her space. Momma needs to breathe. Momma needs you to go to bed and stay there all night like they told me you would when you got older. It's like an 8pm Sundowner's Version of Children. Her whole personality changes. In fact, she shows off about 8 of them in a matter of minutes...
I'll be honest. I'm terrible at hosting sleepovers for my daughter. "We'll get them together next weekend. Wait, she's at her dad's next weekend, how about the weekend after?" Scheduling it is the hardest part. Then: who picks them up, who drops them off, should I clean the house first even though I know it'll… Continue reading The Joys of Giggles and Gossip
When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, I wanted to be the perfect mother. I spent the first few years hurrying milestones - because if you've ever sat around a table with new moms, or old moms, or really ANY MOMS - that's what the fuss is all about. "Can you believe my… Continue reading Life Is Too Messy for Perfect Mothers