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(…)

Updates from 3 a.m.

She had the yogurt dream again. I wake up to “Mommy? Mama?  Mommy?” coming closer and closer down the hallway, and as I try to fully wake up and focus, there is a small, Dory-nightgown clad person standing on my side of the bed. “Gabbie, dude, this is the third time you’ve been up tonight…”(…)

Yes, We Let Our Kid Quit Soccer

Because I was not  blogging all up in your faces for a large part of last year (and this year, but who’s counting?) you may or may not know that Maddie tried out for competitive soccer last summer.  Okay, so she did, she was selected to play for their “academy” team, which is the top(…)

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,(…)