I am no longer capable of pretending that I am ever going to change who I am as a mother.
We finally had a conversation about how exhausting it was for me to be the person who always had to notice, always had to remember, always had to delegate.
Raise your glass, sister, and toast yourself. You’ve made it this far into the school year without losing your mind, and you deserve this break.
There are worse things than a little bit too much TV that I’ll have to worry about throughout their lives.
Had I stuck to the cry-it-out method, we likely would have been done with our sleep nightmare in a week or two. Instead, we were left with years of sleep issues.
Let’s “spring forward” with a smooth transition for all.
Our library even offers kits for expecting parents, parenting classes and a free board book for new parents — and that’s not all!
All five of my kids found something they loved in the meal they chose, and the bites they sampled off their siblings’ Yumble kids meals!
Until we changed things up, everyone — my husband, my kids, my clients and me– was getting the short end of the stick.
I guess I always took Spring Break for granted. I never thought about the fact that school breaks wouldn’t always be dedicated to fun family vacations or short adventures. Whether it was toes in the sand, ski trips or visiting friends, I guess I wasn’t psychologically prepared for the realization that change was a brewin’ … Continued
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