Latest Entries
You Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think it Means What You Think It Means.
From the Heart / If It Weren't For Those Pesky Kids! / Musings, Rants, and Everything In Between

You Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think it Means What You Think It Means.

Every generation of parents adds its own entires to the Great Dictionary of Parenting. In the 80s it was “latch-key kid”, in the 90s, “play-date” and “time-out”. The naughties saw a slew of them: BPA-free, uber-boober, attachment parenting, free-range kids, sancti-mommy, inappropriate. Inappropriate is one of those words parents started using instead of bad. Because … Continue reading

Blurred Lines
From the Heart / If It Weren't For Those Pesky Kids! / Musings, Rants, and Everything In Between

Blurred Lines

There has always been what I call a ‘soft’ boundary between home and school. It’s the reason kids don’t see their teachers as working or why they don’t understand that taking an eraser from the supply closet without permission is, in reality, no different from taking an eraser from a store without paying for it. Ideally, home and … Continue reading

9 Circles of Parent Hell
If It Weren't For Those Pesky Kids! / Musings, Rants, and Everything In Between / Wit and Whimsy

9 Circles of Parent Hell

Some days parenting feels like nothing more than a series of bare-knuckle bouts in the gladiator pit of life. Some days it feels as if all you do is pick up the crumpled, inside-out socks of Satan’s spawn. Somehow we manage. We wade through the muck putting out fires. We fan the embers that need … Continue reading

It’s Not Me, It’s You
If It Weren't For Those Pesky Kids! / Musings, Rants, and Everything In Between / Wit and Whimsy

It’s Not Me, It’s You

Dear Mom Guilt, Listen…you’ve been there for me since the very beginning. Right from the time I poured myself a glass of third-trimester/doctor approved wine you’ve been hanging around. Remember the time I was pregnant and had a hankering for soft, unpasteurized cheese? You made sure I knew you were there for me. The first time I … Continue reading