Eleven days ago, I had a reconstructive abdominoplasty to fix a gigantic diastasis recti problem that was the result of my second pregnancy.
I have no qualms in talking about it or being open in regards to the situation. There are many women who might go through this process and then say that they bounced back naturally because they don’t want to admit that they are not super-moms with the stunning natural physique and resorted to plastic surgery.
My first kid was 9 pounds and 4 ounces and 22.5 inches long. I was 38 when the doctor delivered him from…
What everyone else said about depression and also the fact that you are concerned about the quality of the mothering you might provide tells me that you'd be a good one. Shitty parents don't question whether they are shitty parents. Good parents do.
I got preggo at 37 unexpectedly. Everything you said ran through my head but I'd made the decision 4 weeks preggo that I was all in. Couldn't say the same for the dad. He bailed. I did mourn my pre-baby life. I had friends and I still do. They are a lovely mix of my non-parent friends…
requires only one thing.
This won’t take long. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m due to read The Night Before Christmas soon.
Gift giving isn’t really that hard. I have no special tricks or hacks. I just know one simple thing about giving gifts: It isn’t about me.
All together, repeat after me: Giving a gift isn’t about me.
Here’s the secret:
To be a master gift giver, you need only to listen.
My husband and I were trolling through a resale record shop and as he’s flipping through the vinyl he said something about an album that he didn’t…
At an out-of-town wedding earlier this year, my brother, my son, my step-brother, myself and others, were sitting around the hotel pool, chatting. As it does sometimes with a group of men-boys, the conversation got colorful and my son, who is 10, said something that maybe he shouldn’t have but it cracked everyone up. I gave him “The Look” and he backed away and jumped into the water to play with his cousins. My brother asked me how my son knows about “that stuff” and I said, “He asked one day.”
Insert awkward pause.
Then I asked my brother if…
She’s nothing much to look at but I sure do love her.
Americans have a long-lasting love affair with the automobile. Even it the early stages, people wanted one even if they couldn’t afford it. Soon, technology brought down the price and by the 1950s, teenagers were able to buy a car and then set about making that car a reflection of their personality.
If that’s the case with all of us, then my car certainly tells a little something about me. Currently, I am driving a 2000 Nissan Sentra GXE with over 263,000 miles on it. …
Disclaimer: these are my personal thoughts on the matter. Do not take them as parent-shaming.
That being said, I don’t give two craps if my kids are bored. At no point during pregnancy, did anyone say anything about having to entertain them 24/7/365, and I don’t.
My son, who has ADHD, will often complain to me that he is bored. Somehow he thinks this is my problem and I advise him every time that it is not. He doesn’t seem to understand that is not my job to make sure he is engaged every minute of the day.
Why Boys Need to Know About Menstrual Cycles
It will make them better men.
My son and I talk about almost everything, and I mean everything. If he asks me a tough question, I answer as honestly and as age-appropriately as possible. I don’t lie. I don’t sugarcoat. I don’t skirt the issue.
From when he was little and would follow me into the bathroom, like toddlers do, he would see The Red. He’d say, “Why do you make red pee-pee?” I said something like, “A woman’s body tries every month to make a baby. If she can’t, then there…
The extent of my parenting will be to keep them from danger. That’s it.
(I’m the pug in this picture.)
My 10 year old can parent the little one, which is something he loves to do, usually right in front of me.
If he wants to be in control so much, he can do it. He can be me today. He can make the lunches. He can make the beds. He can make breakfast and help the little one get dressed. …
“Just pick somebody’s sh** and deal with it.”
I love my aunt dearly but she is of a totally different generation. One where you were expected to get married young, have your kids, keep a house and let the man do the earning.
Also, it didn’t matter if he made you completely happy. That wasn’t the point, really. The point was to procreate and provide a home.
The fact that I was in my early thirties and still hadn’t married nor had anyone in the queue that was marriage material worried my aunt a little.
When we talked about it…
The American Dream is a nightmare for me.
The Saga. Some backstory:
I managed to buy a little house in the Midwest in 2012. I struggled with bad credit scores and an ‘interesting’ work history but by 2012, I had been working for the same online company for six years and I was making decent money.
I spent some time in a transient state, moving around a bit so that I could put as much money as possible towards paying off debt and bringing my credit score up to be more attractive to banks.
In 2012, after 6…
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