The daily struggles of a sometimes SAHM
H is back at school today after the Thanksgiving break. Before he left, he got his first “report card.” I was handed an envelope with the words “To the parents of…” on the front and was definitely was not prepared for the rush of emotions upon opening it. Continue reading “Today I’m Struggling With…Report Cards”
I’m Alex, and today I’m struggling with tantrums. My daughter is in this super intense phase right now where she plays hard, laughs hard, snuggles hard, naps hard…and tantrums. Real hard. She’s the most delightful demogorgon you ever did meet. My sweet baby angel can go from zero to straight-up hell creature in the time it takes me to look at her the wrong way.
Tantrums are at once mind-bogglingly complex and infuriatingly simple. If you’re reading a mommy blog, you probably already know this, at least intellectually. Continue reading “Struggle Buddy: Today I’m Struggling With…Tantrums”
As I sit here, writing this post, I’m eating Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles (should be a sponsor, but they aren’t) and peppermint bark, because isn’t that a classic and classy combination? I’m drinking water, but that’s only because I’m too lazy to make coffee and I don’t have any Cherry Coke in the house. I guess what I’m trying to say is: I’m a mess.
To be fair, I know I’m not as messy as some people. I don’t do drugs. I drink, but I don’t get drunk (nursing, and all). I have a job. I’m actually pretty good at adulting. But at times, I’m pretty indistinguishable from the teenagers that I teach. My son is starting to get to the age where I worry about him adopting some of my bad habits and guilty pleasures.
Continue reading “Today I’m Struggling With…Passing On Bad Habits”
Hello! I’m Danielle. I married my high school sweetheart and have two amazing, wild young boys.
Today, I’m sitting on the fence. I’m blissfully kicking my legs back and forth, not making a decision to move forward or backward. I’m trying not to choose to even get off the fence on either side onto the green grass.
If you are a person in our society, at one point in time, you will be on this exact fence with me. It’s the “Should we have any/a/a second/a third/etc child(ren)?” fence. Continue reading “Struggle Buddy: Today I’m Struggling With…The Fence”
This sweet and spicy cake is like a warm hug from the southwest.
With fall flavors like cinnamon, all spice, nutmeg, and clove, it’s a great alternative to a traditional pumpkin or pecan pie.
As part of my unit on Media Literacy that I teach to my high school students every year, I talk about gender representation and The Bechdel Test. For those of you that don’t know, there’s a detailed explanation of the test here, but essentially, a movie/tv show passes if:
Seems like a low bar, huh? Yeah, well a surprising number of films don’t pass. Continue reading “The Bechdel Test…For Moms”
I don’t like kids. There. I said it. I have never liked kids. I don’t even recall liking kids when I was a kid. I’m the youngest in my family. I never babysat. Until I had I had a child, I was never around babies for any extended amount of time.
To be clear: I love my kids. They are the bee’s knees. The cat’s pajamas. My world. But in no way does that obligate me to like other people’s kids, or as like to call them: OPP (Other People’s Progeny).
Now that I’m a mom, I feel like I am expected to gush over everyone else’s kids, to find them endlessly charming simply because I have one (or two) of my own. And that’s just not the case. My coworkers have kids. They’re fine. My sister’s friends have kids. Cool. H has preschool friends. Neat. The case just remains, if I’m completely honest with myself, I don’t like kids.
Continue reading “Today I’m Struggling With…Other People’s Kids”