So school has started or is starting in the next day or two. Just a friendly PSA to brush up on your school bus rules. OK, first of all let’s remember when we were kids on the school bus. Yes, that’s right, I didn’t have one of those booshie ass childhoods. I rode the school bus. Yes, kids picked on me and I am semi -traumatized from the school bus, but that is not the point. The point is;
Hey guys, back from vacation for about two weeks now and I have written you guys a few posts. None of them are finished or edited yet, because basically I am in a slump. I try to always write as honestly as I can, so today this is what ya get.
So today we are talking all about breastfeeding. I want to start out by saying, this post is about helping women who chose to breastfeed. If you do not breastfeed for whatever reason, I love you all the same.
I’m sure you all have heard the phrase “try looking at the world through the eyes of a child”. Well, I personally never put any thought into those words until yesterday. My 3-year-old daughter changed my perspective, and cured a lifelong fear with just four words. (Mommy, don’t kill Charlotte.)
So now that I am a mom myself, I have one very overdue apology to address.
#1. I am sorry for asking “what’s for dinner?”, every single freakin’ day.
Today’s post is going to be a little more serious than usual. Ready, put your serious face on kids.
I want to talk about “mom guilt”. Mom guilt; is that disgusting feeling that lurks in the pit of every good moms’ stomach anytime she thinks, does, or says something not revolving around her babies.
So basically you have kids, and holidays completely change. You are no longer leisurely shopping. Planning which house to hit, and which to skip, in order to obtain the perfect holiday meal. You become a complete psycho in hopes of creating magical memories for your offspring. Let me tell you how Easter this year was a total “Mom Fail”.
When I was expecting baby #1, my cousin was nice enough to send me an email with all of her tried and true baby things, and it was a total life saver. I decided to return the favor by sending out an email to all of my expecting mommy friends. Baby stuff is totally overwhelming, especially for first time moms. Here are some of my favs.
Terrible two’s …PSSSSHHHHHH
Whoever said the “terrible 2’s” are the worst needs a good punch in the face. You know why? Because that is a lie. Two year olds have nothing on three years old. Let me just tell ya.