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Deanna Verbouwens

Deanna Verbouwens
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About Deanna Verbouwens

The name "The Unnatural Mother" came to Deanna a little over eight years ago when her first son was born. She was told that her maternal instincts would kick in as soon as the baby came flying out of her vajayjay. Eight years later, a ton of gray hair, and Deanna is still waiting for those maternal instincts to kick her in the ass! In the meantime, she writes, runs, and manages the stress of working full time, spaghetti on the ceiling, a dumped out fish bowl, a lizard, two active boys, being a wife to an incredible husband who busts her chops - daily, which of course, leaves her no time to clean the house. To catch more on how Deanna tries to get it all done without completely failing visit her at The Unnatural Mother, www.theunnaturalmother.com. Twitter love: @UnnaturalMother

Recent Posts by Deanna Verbouwens

The Parenting Gang Sign
The other day I went to minor league baseball game with my family to see my nephew play the National Anthem with his school band. My entire side of the family attended the game (5 sisters, three brother-in-laws, 7 cousins, 1 father-in-law, 5 friends) because seriously we're not sure if there will be another time we'll get to see our nephew on a minor league baseball field playing the trombone - exactly. The stadium is small, clean, not too overwhelming and certainly child friendly - the typical stadium layout of the minor league teams that play across the United States. We arrived early... continue reading
Achy Breaky Insides: A Four Year Old's Love Story
I was applying my make-up yesterday morning (what little I wear), trying to get out the door, shooting orders like a drill sergeant at the boys to get their back-packs packed, brush their teeth, and get jackets on - when I noticed out of the corner of my half-eye lined eye that my littlest bugger was looking up at me, one hand on his hip, the other pointing at me as if he was an old schoolmarm ready to scold me. Knowing that something was about to hit, I turned slowly, with a little trepidation in my voice and said “Yes?” My little bugger, um bruiser, had something to say. He shook his... continue reading
The Finish Line
When I train for a race, no matter the distance, no matter if it is a road race, a relay, a fun run, a triathlon my thoughts, my goals, my effort and my training is focused on one thing:  The Finish Line. I train to cross the finish line. I spend weeks upon weeks mentally and physically preparing myself to get to that finish line. The doubt, the questions, the what if’s about my life, my ability, myself are left on the road during my training, it’s where I gain the strength, the solitude, the courage and the confidence to cross the finish line. The finish line that beautiful finish line... continue reading
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