Just Say NO! Yes, I’m Talking To All The People Pleasers
Repeat after me: Just say no. Just say no. Just say no. I’m not sure when I realized that I was a total people pleaser. It might have been in second grade when I became the teacher’s pet. Or maybe in college when I just couldn’t stand to have anybody be angry with me. Or when, after overextending myself AGAIN recently, my husband informed me that it was time to become friends with the word NO.
Potty Training Pearls of Wisdom
People that know me well will tell you that I’m not a scaredy cat by nature. In fact, I laugh in the face of danger! Okay, so maybe I don’t laugh at it, but I will snicker at it occasionally. But I must admit there are a few things that strike fear in my heart. Things that are so horrible that I get a shiver down my spine just thinking of them. Things like bad bikini waxes and colon cleanses. Or the thought of Britney and K-Fed getting back together. Or something else that I experienced and lived to blog about.
Girls’ Night Out – Mommy Needs MeTime Too
Three beautiful words that always seem to light up the faces of whoever utters them. Back in the day, it meant putting on your favorite pair of Seven jeans and going on the prowl for Mr. Right-dancing the night away at your favorite club and eating Jack in the Box at three in the morning. And when I did find Mr. Right, I was so smitten that I was willing to gain seventy pounds, not …
Why Daddy Always Gets to be the Good Guy
Today, I’m going to be bitching discussing how gender roles come into play when parenting. Or in simpler terms, Why Daddy always gets to be the good guy.
I’ll Screw Up My Kids No Matter How Hard I Try…
I can’t tell you how many times I repeated that phrase to my four-year old while visiting my Mom this past weekend. Swimming nonstop for 6 hours straight combined with the fact that I overcooked her mac and cheese and forgot to pack her favorite Hello Kitty underwear really sent her over the edge. And I didn’t miss the small smile forming on my mother’s lips as she watched Miss R demand the crust be taken off her bread or when she told me that my singing “hurt her ears”. (In her defense, I am a TERRIBLE singer. But still.)