Autism, humor, motherhood, parenting, thoughts

Clowns and Anxiety: Panic at the Circus

Okay, I can't stand clowns. I hate them. So you know how much I love my kids? I love my kids enough to make going to the circus every summer a tradition. A tradition!!! I willingly put myself in clownsway every year so that my children can go to the circus AND hopefully NOT have… Continue reading Clowns and Anxiety: Panic at the Circus

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Family Mealtime Equals Family Helltime

Mealtime. Family mealtime. The concept is truly an incredible one that I look forward to. That Stouffer's Stuffing commercial family mealtime image of everyone laughing, passing around big wooden bowls of steaming stuff and the best part of the commercial? The damn kids are actually eatting the freaking food! There's no bargaining, compromising on bites,… Continue reading Family Mealtime Equals Family Helltime

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The Second Child Conundrum: Do They Have It Better or Worse?

Here we are a few days away from completing our second week potty training our daughter. I can't believe it. I really can't believe it. She is doing gangbusters! I can't believe how she's doing and in turn, I can't believe how I'm doing through this. I am a wreak as a parent, a nervous,… Continue reading The Second Child Conundrum: Do They Have It Better or Worse?

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Crying to Adele: The Emotions of Raising My Kids

So the other night my son and I were coming home from a mother/son date. Okay, okay, he's four people, we're not quite to Norman Bates level yet. It was nine o'clock at night, the summer sun was setting, the stars were coming out and Henry asks me if we can listen to Adele. Both… Continue reading Crying to Adele: The Emotions of Raising My Kids

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At Least You’re not on a Greyhound Bus: Let’s Be Kinder to Ourselves, Parents

I have a very vivid memory of being a new mother, laying my son down in his crib with one fantasy in my mind. Of hopping a Greyhound bus and getting the hell out of dodge. I remember the fantasy was just that, a fantasy. At the time, I remember getting immense pleasure from imagining… Continue reading At Least You’re not on a Greyhound Bus: Let’s Be Kinder to Ourselves, Parents