It is 4:30 PM. Your toddler is on the kitchen floor, completely undone, because you gave them the wrong color cup. Or cut their sandwich into triangles instead of squares. Or had the audacity to say it was time to leave the park. You are exhausted, possibly in public, and your own nervous system is…
Nobody tells you how quiet the house gets after bedtime when you are the only adult in it. Or how heavy it feels to be the one making every single decision — alone. Or how you can be completely surrounded by your children all day and still feel profoundly, achingly lonely. The first year as…
It is 5:30 PM and you have made two different dinners already — one for everyone else, one for the child who will only eat plain noodles and goldfish crackers. You are not angry. You are just tired. Tired of the battles, tired of the waste, tired of the stress every single night around a…
Someone, at some point, probably told you to “cherish every moment.” Maybe it was a stranger in a grocery store while your toddler was melting down in the cereal aisle. Maybe it was a family member at a holiday gathering while you sat there desperately calculating when you could put the kids to bed. Maybe…
It is 3 AM. Again. Your baby is wide awake, and you are standing in the dark running on zero sleep, wondering how you are still upright. You have tried everything — earlier bedtime, later bedtime, dream feeds, white noise, blackout curtains. And yet here you both are. Again. If you are reading this right…