The phrase "I don't know how you do it!" really grates on my nerves. I know that the speaker means well, but I equally realize that they aren't thinking through the ramifications of what they are saying. "I don't know how you do it" is truly one of the most insulting phrases attached to motherhood.
Time heals a lot of wounds, but only if we give them the time to do so. Time to rest. Time to see a physician. Time to make them take our complaints seriously. Time to follow through on the real treatment plan (and not the abbreviated one I made up for myself). Time for our families to step up and do a bit more.
10/24/2015 08:38 EDT
People always say that they never knew what love was until they had children. Before having kids of my own, I assumed that this phrase referenced the amazing, unconditional love a mother has for her progeny, a bottomless supply required to overcome challenges such as poop-smeared walls and 24+ hours of labor.
10/06/2015 01:00 EDT
I have a bedtime routine. Every night I slip into my room before my husband. I close the curtains and dim the lights. Then I stand in front of my full-length mirror and slowly pull my clothes off, piece by piece. It is a show with an audience of one: me.
09/30/2015 05:34 EDT
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