post by a person that happens to be a mom
i threw out 3 cups of tea today. i finally just enjoyed my first good cup. i usually have 3 cups a day, but it has become a half ritual to discover a my cup lukewarm with teabag, totally beyond palatable. i'm picky about my tea. and why shouldn't i be? it's like one of the top three things every single fucking parenting book, blog, site, and pamphlet suggests moms do as a treat for themselves once a day. how sad.
my life in a fishbowl
this song and this moment from The Royal Tenenbaums continues to penetrate and encapsulate my life
i came across another great article through a friend today from the huffington post. there were so many things she talked about that spoke to me and reminded me once again that i am not alone in my feelings of guilt and paranoid panic that i am failing my children.
Don't Carpe Diem - Glennon Melton
That one always stings, and I don't think it's quite fair. Parenting is hard. Just like lots of important jobs are hard. Why is it that the second a mother admits that it's hard, people feel the need to suggest that maybe she's not doing it right? Or that she certainly shouldn't add more to her load. Maybe the fact that it's so hard means she IS doing it right...in her own way...and she happens to be honest.
check out her WOMP WOMP elephant footprints
womp, womp, womp....
sigh. remember last year's photos??
this makes me so happy