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Two.
Two. The word that puts fear into many. Not for the faint of heart. “Terrible, or tender?” some ask. You live with a two-year-old and I’ll let you decide for yourself. Along the way, there have been good and bad days, great and horrid weeks, breezy and fucking hell months. The problem with a toddler is they give you NO WARNING. They just sort of implode at whatever moment they deem best (re: the worst possible moment). What follows are the ways you know you are eyeball deep in Two: 1) You wake up every morning with “let it go…let it go… Can’t hold it back ANYMORE!”, or in a…
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Thoughts From A “Working Mom”
Truth: I have not always been a working mom. But as a mom, I have always worked. My ass off to be precise. When Bean was born I was in the throws of grad school. I had the luxury of going to school full time and staying home with her on my days not in clinic. All told, I averaged being gone about twice a week for the first year and a half of her life. We managed it without any formal childcare (I would not recommend- I cannot say enough good things about quality childcare). Honestly? It was hell. I was unhappy. She was bored. Nap time was spent…
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Welcome to Suburbia
Suburbia. Heaven or Hell? Whatever your answer, we are living it. Not just living it, we are it. Two kids, a dog, a stay-at-home parent. I’m not sure at what point we went from cool, young couple with hip goals and plans to shake shit up, to overtired, glassy eyed parents just making it. But alas, here we are. And you can too! 10 Ways You Know You’ve Made It: Suburban Edition The local grocery store home-shoppers (the people you pay to do your grocery shopping for you), give you hugs when you pick up your groceries and ask how the kids are when it’s been more than two weeks…