Bringing a child into the world is one of the hardest transitions a woman can go through. Being thrown head-first into the late night feeds, the crying, the soothing, the epic diapers, and the sleep deprivation, you’re already hanging by a thread. Add postpartum depression to that mix, and coping with motherhood seems utterly hopeless.
Category: Mommy Stuff
Have you ever noticed that after you become a parent, Valentine’s Day just doesn’t do it for you anymore? The flowers, the chocolate, the stuffed animals (like we don’t have enough of those around here)…Valentine’s Day just loses all of its relevance when you have kids.
It’s the snotty-nose time of year, guys. Yup, and Niagara Girl’s had her first sick days off school. In the spirit of managing the mucus (and keeping your sanity), I’ve come up with a few simple, non-screen-time suggestions that will keep the munchkin occupied and resting, and hey, you might have some fun too.
A new year brings a fresh start, a clean slate, and the inevitable New Year’s resolution to be better or do better…at something. Maybe you want to be more active, to floss more often, to eat healthier, or quit smoking; whatever it is, you’re making a promise to yourself to achieve the goal, the ideal, the perfect version of yourself.
So, here we are again. Christmas time. A time of generosity, warmth and love. And presents, and malls, and Santa pictures, and creepy Elves on Shelves and entitled children, and crowds, and over-priced wrapping paper, and Christmas baking, and mess, and … *sigh*
As is tradition with most parents, the house is gradually being tran
sformed into a half-assed version of the holiday home decor posts we see on Pinterest. We listen patiently to our kids’ long list of unreasonably priced toys they want,no…need to have. We brave the crowded malls, searching and snatching up every trinket we can find. We buy the baking supplies and Christmas cookie cutters for an afternoon of keeping our mucus-munchers from eating raw shortbread batter, or “baking”. And after a whole month of trying to “make memories” for our booger bandits, we’re exhausted, deflated, and quite frankly, hung over from Christmas with very little show for it. That’s not what the holiday season is supposed to be about.