We need to purchase some baby items for our newest little one, but we have a trump card for the retail racket.
This Sunday, I’m eating cookies for breakfast in bed. Maybe I’ll even share with the kids.
You won’t believe some of my responses to FAQs about being a desolate ranch wife.
There is a definite discrepancy between what I say and what he hears.
Washing the kids by flashlight caused a Mom Meltdown, but I’m better now. Mostly.
Two weeks late. Two pink lines. “Honey, are you ready to be a daddy again?” Calling everyone we know. Tired. So tired. Just waiting for Grace to nap. Queasy. Just a bit queasy. Gerber commercial on TV. “We’re havin’ a baby! Whoop…whoop!” “If it’s a girl, can we name her after my grandma Shelly?” Groundworking […]
After being a mother for two years (I totally count gestation. Pregnant people are mothers, too.), I am happy to announce that I have finally fully accepted this situation. My fifteen-month-old daughter is happy about this as well. Actually, I don’t think she really cares what my feelings are about motherhood, as long as the […]