My blog is a mash-up of parenting, crafting, and shopping. As a stay-at-home mother to four boys, there is never a lack of excitement in my day! I blog about all aspects of our lives and try to find the humor in every day.
Is there something the matter with me? As a wife? Because here’s the thing: I don’t always like to do my “wifely duty.”
Others may have begun their parenting journey with a positive pregnancy test and parenting book, but I started mine in front of the television.
Lately, I've noticed an aspect of my parenting style that would probably elicit disapproval from child psychologists. While I'm almost always empathetic, usually firm and try very hard to be fair, I change my mind a lot.
I met a life coach a few years back who promised he’d help me “become more of who I was.” He said that as though it were a good thing. I’m not so sure.
Last night I did what I ordinarily do around eleven o’clock. I shut down my laptop computer and put it away, then closed the book I was reading and set it on the lamp stand next to the sofa. I brought my water glass and my wine glass into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. While my husband went outside to smoke his last cigarette for the evening, I climbed the stairs and readied myself for bed.
It's bedtime, and Emi's asking for a drink before she goes to sleep. But tonight her usual request is accompanied by a more ominous directive. "Mommy," she says, her face solemn, "when you come back, we have to talk."
