You know that mom who’s always running across the blacktop as the school bell rings, dragging a reluctant kindergartener with each hand?
Mention the word virus and I used to break out in a cold sweat.
That’s been the question on my mind lately. My son just turned 2…
I’m officially not feeling any of that “pregnancy glow” anymore. While I feel very lucky to have had an uncomplicated and healthy pregnancy, I am so ready to be able to bend over again!
Earlier this year I read several news stories about how many of us are planning to delete our social media accounts in 2017.
If a single emotion represented motherhood, it would be love. Blinding, unconditional, beyond-your-wildest-dreams, never-ending love.
My husband plays beer-league hockey on Wednesday nights. I don’t begrudge him this time that he takes; he needs it as much as I do since he does half the parenting in our home with three young daughters.
Well, I’m back after a very much-needed holiday and I’m feeling good! It was so nice to really slow down for 2 weeks and enjoy some quality time with my daughter before I have to divide my attention between two kids.
I’m a rule follower. Breaking the rules has always caused me an immense amount of stress.
Remember Choose Your Own Adventure books? As a child of the 1980s, I LOVED these books.