stop telling moms what we’ll miss later
They tell us the days are long but the years are short, it all flies by, and while they’re probably right, the words don’t land the way they think they do.
They tell us the days are long but the years are short, it all flies by, and while they’re probably right, the words don’t land the way they think they do.
Maybe one day I’ll master the firm and long-lasting “no”, but until then…
My heart breaks as I’m biting my tongue to try to not to rush to F’s defence; letting him cry it out when he’s done wrong and had to be disciplined; watching him try to fix things for himself.
Yesterday was hard. I felt wiped before 10 am as I tried to breathe through some tough family news and juggle work demands. When my day finally wrapped up – almost nine hours after I’d arrived in the office, I sat alone in my car decompressing. RomCom was actively preparing dinner as I stood, feeling… Continue reading the helping hand
There are critical issues in my life that need to be addressed first. I need to eat well. I need to take care of myself. Once I’ve done these things, I can take care of my son. Then I can take care of my work. Then I can take care of the house.