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This mom thing is hard work. I mean, really hard work. I'm tired from feeling.... sad, happy, whiney, hungry, overwhelmed, giggly, scared, apprehensive, anxious, unsure, excited.... and that's just what my kids are feeling! So, naturally, as a Mom, we feel it too. You get it, right? Your kid does poorly on his test or strikes out at the tee... your heart is practically breaking in two. The fear of them entering a new classroom, a new camp experience, a new sports team...nervewracking, right? You're biting your nails til you find out the end result. and my kids? 8 and 10! Geesh what the &*$ is going to happen when they're in their teens? I'm going to need massive therapy couches! Listen, as a Mom; a parent, we can only do so much. We nurture, we guide, we help soften the blows but really...we need to let them go..and fall, and fail, and learn, and succeed..because that's how we all got here. There was no bubble that we were wrapped in to sh

Before:  Let my kids play in those public play spaces? (Germs, boogers, spit and drool?) No thank you! After: Play spaces? Hell yea! Something to do on a winter snowy day when the kids are young? Beats loading them up in a snowsuit and it's at least an hour of entertainment. Plus on occasion you meet another cool Mom. Before: No TV. I will not use the TV as a babysitter. After: Disney Channel? Nick JR? Enough said Before: I will buy organic baby food. I will make wonderfully healthy dinners and snacks. After: Youngest actually ate beautifully up until the age of 3. When he then discovered McDonald's french fries and that chicken nuggets are pretty much on every restaurant menu that we frequented. Kid never met a carb he didn't like. Green food? Yea, not so much. Before: I will dress my child in cute clothes all the time because...well, because he looks cute. After: My kids go through jeans as often as I change my underwear. Dirt and grass stains, stretched out

Enough Angelina Jolie! I cannot stand seeing her on the news, magazine covers, op-ed pieces. It was bad enough that we were admiring that she adopted her 15 children from 10 countries but now we have to put her on a pedestal because she had a double mastectomy? Listen, I think it's great she put herself out there and gave others an opportunity to learn about the BRCA gene and to give awareness about breast cancer, having options, etc What I CANNOT stand is that Angelina, you are NOT the first person to have a double mastectomy. Nor are you the first person to have your wonderful husband stand by your side. Big freakin' deal. I had my breast removed-where is the NY times? Dear Husband? Right by my side. Working the breast drain (eww, gross), getting my drugs, helping me shampoo my hair.  She's no different (other than having big lips and a hunky husband) than the woman in North Dakota who did the same preventitive mastectomy because she wanted to make sure she

I never got to know Zachary. I heard his heartbeat and felt his kicks inside of me for 28 weeks.  I touched his fingers,his toes, his head after he was born. I held his 2lb 10oz body in my arms but his heart wasn't beating anymore. His name was Zachary but he is the son I never got to know. And although I never got to love the person he could become, he has taught me things . Things that I may not have ever known. Like being strong. Maybe I was always strong and it took until this time to figure it out. Maybe I didn't know that I had it in me. That I could take such hurt and heartache and loss yet somehow still get up the next day because...well because I had to. He taught me about perseverance. I was told for weeks before he was born that he may not survive. I was told that perhaps his brother may not survive and what did I want to do? What kind of decisions did I want to make? I was already a mother. They were my boys. I persevered. I held on to lots of hope

So recently I got to guest blog on SCARY MOMMY'S website. My last post (here titled the Happy Dance) created some controversy. Most people got my sarcasm yet some thought I sounded like a miserable alcoholic who also hated her children. I laughed (okay, I shed a tear but then I laughed) because obviously nothing could be further from the truth. I'm not sure which was funnier. The fact that someone really thought I needed to drink to get through two hours of parenting or was it funnier that someone thought I really disliked my children? And if I seriously disliked my children would I actually be telling the entire world? I often, OFTEN feel guilty complaining about them. After all, I did struggle through years of infertility to have them so shouldn't that mean that I SHOULD be loving and soaking up every single moment that I spend with them? Shouldn't I be relishing in the good AND the bad? Because;after all, that's what parenting is all about? No! We have

You- the one writing "5 more days til school is out" Yea; you and I cant be friends anymore. If you want to meet for a drink sometime-that's okay but I have to unfriend you from my friend list. The excitement in your voice about doing the happy dance, getting to spend long days at the beach with your kids, day trips as a family and not having any schedules to adhere to.. you're killing me. It's been 2 hours since my kids have been out of school (and not yet for the summer) and already I'm reaching for the wine glass. 430PM: "Mommy. How long is a garden stick? Is it the same as this tape measure?" "Mommy I'm going to clip this tape measure to my belt loop like this. See? Like this? You're not looking how can you say "I see"? "And Mommy, don't tell Daddy when he comes home so I can surprise him" Let's also discuss the kid is watching a show called "Dog with a blog?" Still he manages time t

Since my Dad was the first man I ever loved; there was no doubt that I would look to marry someone with similar qualities. The good stuff: loyalty, respectfulness, good hearted The somewhat annoying stuff: buying the cheaper orange juice because it's on sale, stacking the dishwasher a certain way, snoring.. I wouldn't trade either of them for all the money in the world. (Although if the lottery came knocking on my door I may opt for a second master bedroom so I can sleep without listening to the snoring) My Dad has been gone for 3 years now. It's true when you hear "not a day goes by that I dont think of them". I often have dreams that I swear he is right there in his blue cardigan sweater and slippers talking to me at the kitchen table over a bowl of bananas and cream. Thanksgivings have passed and he is no longer a presence in the kitchen carving the turkey (or telling my brother or husband that they are carving it the wrong way) There is not a french t

Me: "Guys. Mommy has a terrible headache. Can you just play quietly for a while?" Boys: "Mommy can you lift me up and carry me like you used to or is that going to hurt your back again?" Me: "Mommy's tired guys" Boys: "Mommy you're ALWAYS tired" Me:" Who wants to take a nap?" Boys: "Mommy why are you always saying Oy?" Boys: "Will you build a lego city with me on the floor or will you not be able to get up?" Me: "Hey guys, can you read this for me? I can't see without my glasses on" Boys: "Mommy you are so old!"