Mine is a household of ugly mornings.  I’m not the biggest fan of waking up at 5 am (if we’re being honest) and F doesn’t think wakeups should happen, period. Most mornings involve tears, a lot of pleading and one gigantic rush out the door. I’m hoping we’ll eventually streamline the whole morning shuffle, but I’m… Continue reading Fruit and Nut Oatmeal Crisp

Earlier this week, I had a big heart-to-heart with F. It went something like he was eating a bag of pretzels and staring at me while I poured my heart out to him and essentially apologized for being a sub-par Mommy these past few weeks. (I’d get into the whole past, um, his entire toddlerdom but… Continue reading Mommy Fear

You might remember me from yesterday when I was about to kick the ass of one five-year-old and then take on his Mom.Well. I decided to not pick on anyone, but to talk to the lady who’s about my own size and find out what the heck was going on with her kid telling my… Continue reading The Cycle of Bully

Have you ever wanted to punch a child in the head?I have. It happened today, when I found out that a kid at F’s daycare was picking at him. I was annoyed at first. I’ve met the Mom. She’s a real fucking treat, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that her kid is a… Continue reading Bullies (and buckets of water)

Right now, my clean laundry is folded in a basket on the floor of my bedroom closet.    My clean dishes are sitting in the dishwasher. My bed is unmade. My voicemail is full of messages, my to-do list is growing exponentially and I’m not even a little bit worried about it because the last… Continue reading Yellow Lights