Mindless Junque
I am a stay at home mom of four very little girls. My blog is about the realities of my chosen profession. I discuss the good, the bad, and the beautiful. Then, I throw in a generous sprinkling of everything else.
I am a stay at home mom of four very little girls. My blog is about the realities of my chosen profession. I discuss the good, the bad, and the beautiful. Then, I throw in a generous sprinkling of everything else.
The other morning, I was digging around for something in the back of my closet when I found a framed photograph I’d stashed there in one of my fits of manic tidying.
No one ever told me that when I became a mom, that I'd also have the dubious distinction of becoming a human coat rack.
I'm going to confess something that might sound shocking coming from a writer who often takes as her subject the complex and sometimes dark experience of mothering young children . . .
Two types of safety education work well for parents and children and can easily be added to their family’s safety plans: pre-planned discussions and spontaneous opportunities to teach.
So, you see, we had this baby. Life changed. I don’t mean to brag, but before the baby came, we were good—really good—at going out on dates with each other.
>“All aboard everyone, Spencer is leaving,” my older son calls out. But his younger brother, standing in the way, says, „Nein, das is Percys Platz!” A struggle ensues: „Geh weg, das ist Spencers Gleis!” Eventually a solution is found...
“I’m a grown woman who is not, I repeat, NOT going to be seen by the outside world as simply another mommy, a vanilla suburban parent, even when my kids aren’t with me in a minivan. I’m still cool! Damn it.”