Am I a parent, or an abused 1950’s housewife?
The other night, I was reading this depressing article which basically compared a woman to an autumnal gourd. “There’s no one age where a woman turns into a pumpkin,” the fertility doctor says in the piece. And then goes on to explain there are slight declines in fertility after the age of 35, followed by…
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…
I love you, cans of fluid that I can drink.
LET. ME. AT. THEM.
There is always a niggling voice in the back of my head, asking: “Is this worth it?”
Here’s something to do with your hands instead of looking at your phone.
Walk away from the Cowboy Hat …
All by myself….
What is more expensive than having a child? Taking said child to the ER, of course!
Anxiety is the thing with … no feathers.
You, too, can look super profesh by writing on the back of various condolence cards!