Guilt’s a Punk

So, the guilt beast showed up this week with guns blazing.  I’ve been feeling pretty great lately about our family, and that guilt bastard sniffed out my confidence and was like, “WHOAH, THERE SISTER.  It’s been a while since I’ve whacked you with mom guilt.  My bad.  Here you go.” WHAM. Guilt’s a punk.   Today, Gracie had a spaghetti lunch for parents in her classroom.  Chris and I have known about this for a few weeks now, and since it is really hard for him to get across town…

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Confession: Sometimes I Suck at Life

The last two weeks for me have been some of the busiest of the year.  Not only have my own children begun their end of the school year activities (our daycare uses a school calendar, and so their curriculum goes up until the end of school in June, too), but my own school where I teach have started their own end of year activities. Though I am not required to participate in any of my school activities beyond teaching, I love getting to hang out with my students at the…

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Guilt to the Second Power

I think one of the most universal feelings mothers have is guilt.  Most of us feel guilty as parents at some point.  I feel guilty for the shortcuts I take when I’m too tired to be 100% on the job with Bean.  I feel guilty that he’s in daycare.  I feel guilty that I can’t afford to buy him new toys all the time.  I feel guilty that sometimes I just need a little break.  There’s always something to feel guilty for as a mother.  It’s just part of the…

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A Working Woman’s Womb

Today was my first day at my new job, which means I am officially un-unemployed. Can I get an amen? You all have been so supportive and kind about me going back to work and especially about me starting down a new path as a teacher for the first time.  The thing about teaching though is that I really can’t share too much about my job for privacy reasons.  I think I’m going to like this job, so I’d like to keep it…  That means I won’t be able to…

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Daycare and the Spoiled Child

On Monday when I picked Beanie up from daycare, I walked into the nursery and all of the lights were turned off. The room was empty, except for Beanie and his teacher. They were sitting in a rocking chair. Beanie was all bent over and staring at the wall. His teacher was rocking him, wild-eyed, and patting his bottom. It was a strange scene. “Where is everyone?” I asked. “They are in the other room,” the teacher said in a whisper. So I lowered my voice to a whisper, too.…

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A True Confession

Yesterday, my blogger friend, Whitney, announced that she has given notice at her office and will now be a stay-at-home mom.   This has been Whitney’s dream.   In fact, the full name of her blog is “My Journey Towards the Glamorous Life of a Housewife.”   So, congrats to Whitney on achieving that goal! After I read Whitney’s post, I found myself in a really bad mood for the rest of the day.   I was grumpy and irritable.   And you wanna know why?   Jealousy.   Pure,…

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