Category: Stay at home mom
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Giving My Strong-Willed Child Space and Time
I’ll be honest with you, I’ve read a lot of advice about strong-willed kids and none of it has “worked” for me. I’ve tried talking to them and matching their emotions (this was like adding vinegar to baking soda), I’ve tried whispering and it went as well as I expected (they were unable to hear […]
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Dear Kids, I can’t give you perfection, but I can give you this…
Dear Kids, I can’t give you perfection, but I can give you all of me, without holding anything back. I can give you my whole heart. I can let you see me laugh and cry and everything in between. I can admit when I’m wrong (even if it takes me awhile to realize sometimes).
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I’m Sorry I was Late (via Motherly)
I sat down and mapped out a life plan, and so far it looks like I will be late for approximately 15 more years. I’m so excited about my newest post for Motherly, because, FOR REALZZZ. Mornings before kids: 1. Get self ready. 2. Get self in car. 3. Go. Mornings now: 1. Wake up […]
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Mom Solidarity in Target
Yesterday at Target I stood in line behind a Mom with two screaming kids. One clung to her leg while the other, a brand new baby, wailed from her arms. I am not used to being the one who is not the parent of the screaming child. This was uncharted territory.
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What do Stay at Home Moms DO all day?
While usually we are being quaint and adorable like a live Norman Rockwell painting, there are a few other things that get us from WHYGODWHY in the morning to Netflix-O’clock at night. We clean things so they can be destroyed right exactly before you drop by. I don’t mean to brag, but my kids are capable of making my […]
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How to be a Perfect Mom (I Can’t Even)
1.When talking to your kids, try to sound like Mary Poppins, but sweeter and less abrasive.
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The Leisurely Life of a Stay at Home Mom
Over the years I have had many observations made about my life with four kids. Usually it’s a “WOOOW you sure have your hands full”, “You are BUSY” or “I’m glad those are yours and not mine, hahahahaha”. (Not like an evil “haha” – more scared, like my fertility might be contagious.)