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Many of you heard the out lash from moms everywhere (especially breastfeeding moms) over a blog post by Heather at Better Homes and Gardens. She wrote The 10 Commandments of Dining With Little Kids. She very clearly has no kids or she’d be much more understanding of how hard a job it is (which is why we bring toys to dinner with us) or how in love we are with our children (and Keep Reading My 10 Commandments for Heather at Better Homes and Gardens This post is long overdue. I’ve been thinking about it for awhile. Part of me felt embarrassed to write it because for some reason I thought I shouldn’t have felt the way I did. Part of me didn’t really know exactly how I felt. Now that I’m “normal” I can look back on Ryan’s first month and really see what I went through. It’s hard though, because it’s all a little blurry. I was depressed and that makes it hard to remember. Plus, I was Keep Reading Baby Blues…or something like that .… when your pot of water boils over because you’re tending to a cranky baby .… and a meal that use to take 30 minutes to make now takes an hour (at least)? .… when your food comes out burnt or soggy or overcooked or just plain bad because you forgot 3 of the ingredients (in your rush to get done or thanks once again to momnesia) .…when, no matter how you try to time it, you have to Keep Reading What’s the point in cooking dinner? …you walk around the house singing Raffi songs, even when your baby is asleep (“I’m gonna shake, shake, shake my sillies out, shake, shake, shake my sillies out, shake, shake, shake my sillies out and wiggle my waggles away. And wiggle my waggles away!”) …you opt out of wearing perfume for your new (more natural) scent… spoiled milk. …burps and farts are exciting and even CUTE. (shh, don’t tell my husband). …your morning routine Keep Reading You know you’re a mommy when… All night I was having dreams about c-sections and people yelling at me. Every time I woke up I tried to replay the dream in my head so that I’d remember it in the morning, but no luck. All I remember are feelings of fear and guilt. I was terrified of waking up this morning to see any more rude comments on my last post. The first time it happens, I can handle it. When a few more start flowing in, Keep Reading Nightmares |
      
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