It’s the most important job there is.
As moms, I feel like we are constantly asking ourselves: Am I doing this right? Whether you’re a first-time mom or an old pro, every day is forging a new trail. You’ve never been a mom to this particular child at this particular age until this particular day. And kids are famous for constantly keeping us on our toes. So it can be helpful to peek into someone else’s life to see how they do things. With that in mind,…
Because the hardest job in the world calls for some motivation. When You’re Feeling Unappreciated “The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only…to support the ultimate career.” – C.S. Lewis It’s easy to feel useless and unappreciated as a SAHM. Your husband and working friends are talking about promotions and mergers and big projects while your only accomplishment for the week was finally finding that lost Lego head. But the workforce does all…
Every May, the airwaves are bombarded with commercials telling us to “buy this for mom” or “do this for mom.” And the suggestions are flat-out ridiculous. Flowers? They die (plus, Mom is always responsible for getting out a vase and cutting the stems down). Breakfast in bed? Um, I like to eat at a table, like a civilized person, thank you. Jewelry? Are you kidding? One more thing for the baby to grab. So I’ve come up with a list…
As I type this, Baby Bear is sleeping soundly in her crib, cuddled up in a sleep sack with her lovey and her paci. She went down easily. The house is quiet. She’ll sleep for 90 minutes or more. Last night, she slept about 11 hours and we didn’t hear a single peep out of her. Yes, this is totally normal. I never thought I would get to this point, but here we are. I’m sure that much of my…
Confession time: I’m having a bad day. You know the ones I’m talking about. I think I went to bed too late last night (Hubby and I were watching Hotel Impossible and lost track of time). I slept a little too late this morning. Baby Bear was in full force after breakfast, clinging to my lap so I couldn’t pay a single bill. And my eyes just won’t. Stay. Open. As I type this, she is supposed to be taking…