Every week when I sit down to write one thing that I did right that week, I draw a blank. Then I start thinking of all the things I did NOT do right.
Having five kids is hard. I’m barely making it right now.
Having one kid is hard. I was barely making it then too.
Last week I was going completely crazy trying to get my kids to complete their responsibilities every day. You know the drill. It’s like pulling teeth to get them to do ANYTHING.
A post from a few months ago.
It was a hard week. Who am I kidding. It’s ALWAYS a hard week. Every single week. 100% of them. All 52 of the year. Every year.
Here are some of the birthday ideas for teens we’ve come up with since the boys have gotten into those complicated years of adolescence.
Now that I’m here in the thick of the stay-at-home-mom life (for the past 17 years and counting), I can honestly say I have mixed feelings about it.
I’m really bad at reading to my kids. I haven’t always been that way though.
When I was a 21-year-old college student with two toddlers, I was a rock star at reading to my kids.
Mental illness makes us uncomfortable, it makes the people it affects uncomfortable. It’s surrounded in silence and misunderstanding and embarrassment and shame. More often than not, our first reaction to hearing that someone is suffering from mental illness is to ignore the issue. But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Whenever an article about raising children advises that we hug our teenagers more – I inwardly cringe.