Here is something I wrote a couple of months ago... I want to stop but I don't know how. One more time becomes one more day. Another day becomes another week and I'm no closer to quitting than I was months ago. Dan is patient with me, reserving judgment or comment. But we both know … Continue reading Weaning: It’s not you it’s me.
I went on vacation with Sweet Pea to visit my family. We stayed nearly three weeks, and most of that time was spent at my parents' beach house, which has no wi-fi and no cable TV. The beach is a short walk from the house. The shower is outside. The kitchen table is on the … Continue reading What I did on Summer Vacation
"Dude, my butt looks so big in this suit." "No man, your butt is awesome. Girls like a man with some junk in the trunk. Check out my hair though. It's thinning and I can't do anything with it. Should I wear a hat or just shave what's left of it?" "You have plenty of hair. … Continue reading Fat Talk: I’m totally quitting… tomorrow.
I talk to my mother almost every day. Sometimes it's just to say hi. Sometimes it's to vent. Sometimes it's for advice on cooking, mothering, or (rarely) cleaning. Sometimes it's because I'm desperate.Like when I called her a couple of Friday nights ago- Dan was out with the guys and I was looking forward to … Continue reading Listen To Your Mother
Weaning's a bitch. (Sorry, subtle isn't my thing). Back when Sweet Pea was a teeny tiny potato-like little thing, I read this article about weaning and depression and I tucked it away somewhere in my brain. Then a friend of mine mentioned how she weaned super gradually with her second because she had mood issues … Continue reading Placenta Pills: Not Just For Grossing Out Your Friends and Family