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
After my separation, I realized that I had alienated myself from relationships FOR me. I also realized that I alienated myself from experiences FOR me. If I wanted to go somewhere or do something and it wasn't kosher to HIM, then I didn't do it. I felt like as a family unit we had to do… Continue reading Identity Crisis
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
