Did you read that right? Did I just say “Guest Blogger”? GUEST BLOGGER?!!? Would I really give someone else the keys to my queendom keyboard? Me? The most OCD, Control Freak, Noone-Can-Possibly-Do-THIS-Better-Than-ME person on the planet? Yes. But, this isn’t that entry. That entry will be coming soon, possibly even next week - depending on … Continue reading Guest Blogger (What Could Go Wrong?)
That time I realized I was in a chat about fiber. Oh, shite. Have we gotten here, already?
My husband is already cringing from the title alone. Remember, honey, this blog does serve as therapy at times. This blog serves as my mental workshop, you could say. Remember, this has been thoroughly edited, imagine what could have been! And remember, the only one being forced to read this is, well, you, my love. … Continue reading Team Parenting (sucks)
Junior Year. Junior Year. For the first time since I’ve known you, I will not have to get up tomorrow. I mean, yes, I will get up because I would never excuse you from the annual “First Day of School” picture…but I don’t actually have to. Past the picture, you will be on your … Continue reading This may be the year he falls in love.
How do I manage it all? The Zero Hours (and a little hustle).
“So in the end, Your Honor, it turned out we errantly stole someone’s actual pet and drove it four states from home.”
I know we are all supposed to be offering odes to our college-bound children. I know, as we see the “time to move out!” pile grow taller, we are supposed to fully lean into our feelings of sadness and despair and question how, exactly, we will move on with an empty bed in our homes. It’s just that I am having other, more happy feelings, as well.
We are not the only parents who will mark this Fall of 2022 as the “do-over” in launching a child from the nest. Our story is not unique as we are parents to one of the thousands of teenagers suddenly cut off from best friends, favorite teachers, and familiar school halls.
If you’re wondering about the joy of aging, look no further. In today’s entry, I’ll be discussing the onset of the "holy shite, is lighting speed how it happens??" aging process.
This is why I cringe when people look at me with a suspicious eye roll when they hear I am a stepmom. Only a stepmom. It must be so easy to only be a stepmom. Oh yes. Bonbons and fancy wines. What I want to say is, “You think you have emotional fallout? Try life as a stepmom. So easy.”