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Role Reversal Day! The New Experiment

I'm sitting here writing to you in pants that have a fitted waist! Holy cow! This is such a departure from my previous post. But today is Saturday which means it's Duh Duh Duh Dum! Role Reversal Day! What is Role Reversal Day, you might ask? Well, it's an amazing thing my husband and I… Continue reading Role Reversal Day! The New Experiment

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Don’t Look In My Closets… If You Want to Live

So I'm not a horder... at least I think I'm not. I'm just a classic closet abuser. They're there and they're stuffed. My closets are death traps. When do I have the time or energy to deal with them? Never and oh yes, never. And you want to know something that's equally horrifying, the curse… Continue reading Don’t Look In My Closets… If You Want to Live

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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