Today Isla had a play date with the neighbors’ 13-month-old…
The neighbors’ little girl started to cry, so Isla went up to her and gave her a hug.
It was the sweetest, most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
- 17th May
2013 - 17
- 16th May
2013 - 16
Moment of Surrender #160
I just fell upon this study, “Sleep disruption and decline in marital satisfaction across the transition to parenthood” ,shared it with Super Dad, and pondered why the hell no one really told us about this shit….
Super Dad replied, “See, that’s why we’re so awesome. Cause we got through so much bullshit.”
Now go read this blog article “Sleep Deprivation: The Dark Side of Parenting” and pat yourself on the back.
- 16th May
2013 - 16
- 16th May
2013 - 16
- 12th May
2013 - 12
My MIL, Isla and me at the water park ready to embark on Mother’s Day madness. It was great fun and the lifeguards only got involved twice…surprisingly neither time for Isla. ;)
- 10th May
2013 - 10
The survey polled over 7,000 mothers across the country, and had them rate their stress levels on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the most stressed. The average stress level for mothers across the board was 8.5. Their biggest cause of stress? Sixty percent of moms say it’s not having enough time to get everything done, and it seems that mothers of three are particularly affected by this pressure.Having Three Children Is Most Stressful For Mom, Survey Finds
The average mom’s stress level is 8.5 out of 10.
- 8th May
2013 - 08
- 8th May
2013 - 08
I picture waking up in the morning and sitting across the breakfast table from Miles, and I can’t stand the thought of it sometimes. It’s not that I dread the work of taking care of the kids, and certainly not that I don’t want to be with them, it’s some vague but powerful feeling that I love them so much I can’t even face another day of… what? Vulnerability. Caring about these little people so much. These little children who need me so much. Being their everything. Not living up to my own standards. Facing the risk of loving these malleable, dependent, vulnerable little people that I just can’t protect from sadness, failure, loss, pain, or even my own clumsy parenting. How can I wake up and do that again tomorrow?
