I read this article the other day about attachment parenting (if there’s one thing I like to do, it’s read articles about how my current actions are going to fuck up my kids later in life). This article was long (and kind of boring, tbh) but it made me reflect on my own mothering. Here…
It’s not for the reasons you think….
Smart thoughts in a new, smart book.
I’ve written on this blog before about how I’m not the cleanest person. And I’m beginning to see it’s because I’m not very good at cleaning. Today, when Kit was napping, I saw E (my Friday helper) clean the kitchen, vacuum the floors, do all the dishes, and straighten up the playroom. In that hour,…
I was less shocked that my friend was having an affair than I was that someone would actively seek to have an affair with someone with young kids.
This weekend, I figured out how you can parent an infant from your bed.*
It haunts me.
I need clothing.
If a 4-year-old puts himself to bed rather than watch what you are putting on TV, maybe you have a problem.
If it’s already this nerve-wracking, I’m not sure how I’m going to get through the next 13 years of this (17 years if we’re counting Kit).