A couple of weeks ago, I sat in the parents’ area at Early Bird’s gymnastics class and listened to some of the other moms sharing their plans for upcoming birthday parties. The mother of a soon-to-be four-year-old proudly revealed that she and … Continue reading
Last year, I stumbled upon a post written by a 37-year-old woman reflecting on the advice she would give herself at 17. In a few days, I will be 37, and though I was thinner and less rumpled 20 years ago, from … Continue reading
6:20 AM — Baby is stirring. Alarm doesn’t go off for another ten minutes. I am opposed to getting up before the alarm. She can wait another ten minutes, surely. 6:22 AM — Okay, okay, I’m up. 6:45 AM — … Continue reading
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Dear Santa, I have been reasonably good this year. The kids are still alive, so obviously I didn’t kill them. I may have yelled at them a time or two, and in so doing, I may have brought them to … Continue reading
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The other day, I read that women who have C-sections or whose babies are premature are more likely to suffer from postpartum depression. As a woman who has experienced both, I can understand why. Having a C-section involves more pain after the fact, … Continue reading
Roostler and I cannot seem to synchronize anything in our lives. It seems that starting a relationship post-divorce and past the age of 30 brings with it problems that younger, more naive couples do not experience. And things become even … Continue reading
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We always have a few boxes of macaroni and cheese in the cabinet. It’s one of those dishes that doesn’t take a lot of time, and I don’t have to worry about getting the kids to eat it. The clean-up … Continue reading
It’s no secret that I am over 35 and pregnant. It’s also no secret that because of my age and previous history I am considered high risk. A few weeks ago, I wrote about reaching 28 weeks, which was a huge milestone … Continue reading
My children think I am evil. They must. They both run from me when they are in trouble. They hide. Omelette, in the closet or behind a chair, and Early Bird, behind Roostler’s legs. In fact, they both seek out … Continue reading
I don’t know what to do with my child. Really. I don’t know whether I should threaten her or throttle her. Send her to her room or ship her off to boarding school. Or do like my parents did — … Continue reading
Me and my mom, circa 1980
