My mom never rarely embarrassed me growing up. I’m not sure if I was just really hard to embarrass or if I was just fortunate to have an awesome mom (I’m going with both), but it’s not something I experienced with her often. My dad on the other hand, different story. To be fair, he wasn’t horrible. I know his heart was in the right
This week I will be jetting to sunny San Antonio where I will be pretending to work speaking at a blogging conference. I will be away from the Dudes and the management of their home lives for a full three days. Fortunately, I’ve been down this road before and I have a well developed list of things I must do before I leave to ensure
I’ve never been very medically adventurous. I don’t go to the doctor much, and when I do I generally just do what he says and go on with life. But, that’s because I’m easy. Since Dude 3 got sick though, our medical challenges have grown significantly. Often, even the doctor is stumped (he calls us his brain stretchers, hooray!), and walking out of the office
In all of my mothering life, the one thing that has continuously brought me down, like sitting-at-the-bottom-of-the-stairs-scented-with-poop-and-barf-and-two=days-no-shower-funk-ugly-crying-like-I-just-watched-a-Ryan-Gosling-movie-marathon down, is lack of preparation. Preparation is the mom’s key to parenting success. Without it mom fails are to be expected and wins are unlikely. Sometimes my hips lie, but facts never do, and fact is, when I don’t prepare, bad things happen.
Every mama on the planet would agree that when it comes to challenging moments and gut wrenching days, few have pushed you to the brink like those presented to you courtesy of your children. Parenting is hard. Like, crazy-I-think-I’m-gonna-barf-from-crying-so-hard hard. For both parents. I greatly appreciate the role of the father. I know that DudeDad has had intense daddying days. I realize that his worries,