Hilary
The Bitter Truth: We Don’t Have Time for Play Dates
Play Dates.
Two words I have very mixed feelings about.
My older child is introverted like me. She loves school but plays alone much of the time. I’m not particularly concerned, given that I was the...
10 Things I Hate About Myself: Changing Myself for the Sake of My Kids
Let's face it. No one is perfect.
It might look like I have it all together. But really, I don't. I'm a veritable mommy mess, and now the world knows. I didn't wash the dishes...
Working from Home: A Survival Guide
As a self-proclaimed I-Can-Do-It-All-er, I decided to try my hand at raising my kids full-time, without help, and continue my career at home. Sounds peachy, right?
{Insert eye roll here}
I’m four years into this WAHM...
I May Stay at Home, But I am NOT a Housewife
Perhaps you have a similar story to mine, but I am not a housewife.
I grew up in a stereotypical old-fashioned household. My dad brought home the bacon, and my mom cooked it.
Beyond bringing home...
True Mom Confessions: I’m a Bad Friend
When I was growing up, my mom didn’t have a lot of girlfriends. She had a best friend who lived far away, but they talked and wrote letters. She was friendly with some of...
Motherhood vs. Career: Have I Wasted My Potential?
Just the other day, my daughter looked at me from across the kitchen table and said, matter of factly, “Mommy, you never leave the house for work.”
I answered as best as I could.
“No, no,...
The First Year Is Not the Hardest
“The first year is the hardest.”
I sit here writing this post five years into parenting. This is my take. The first year is not the hardest. Not even a little. It’s the easiest, by...
“I Hate Myself” – Learning from Mistakes
"I hate myself!"
These are the words my seven-year-old daughter cried in despair, throwing her tiny little body onto the couch and burying her head into a pillow.
We had been on a scooter ride with...
My Husband Is Not My Child
My husband and I are, in most ways, polar opposites.
I am organized, with a color-coordinated planner and zero unread emails in my inbox, while he writes down only work items that cannot be neglected...
I Love My Kids…But I Am Not a Kid Person
I have been cooped up with my family non-stop for the past three-plus months.
We love each other; really, we do. But I am craving some normalcy. I need some space from my husband, and...