parenting

Mommy Guilt Can Suck It

In eight days, I will be in New Orleans, with one of my best gal pals, and…no one else.  No children, no Jon, no dogs, cats, no pick ups, drop offs, meal prep and planning, laundry, canine exercising, birthday parties, Sunday school, dishes, cleaning, organizing, disciplining, or interrupted sleep.  Aside from going home a few(…)

‘Til Sleep Do Us Part

‘Til Sleep Do Us Part

I’ve vaguely (and not so vaguely) alluded to this in other posts, but I’m trying to work my way back into writing regularly, and the first step seems to be coming clean about why there was such a long drought in the first place. In a word–Gabbie. If you’ve been following this meandering pile of(…)

A Phone Call Is not Parental Involvement

A Phone Call Is not Parental Involvement

Otherwise titled, “How the hell are we STILL talking about this in 2016?”  Don’t worry–there’s a story.  Let’s just jump right in, shall we? For Gabs’ birthday party this year, we decided to rent time and space in a local gymnastics place, let the small children run free for an hour or so, feed them cake,(…)

This Mother/Daughter Thing

Oof.  This one is going to be hard to write.  Please, come sit in my confessional. So, it’s been a hard week between me and the Madster.  I don’t know if she’d tell you that–she’s still fairly blissfully unaware of things that don’t immediately concern her–but I’m feeling it.  She’s been annoying the crap out of me,(…)