My eight-year-old daughter said the sweetest thing to the Hubster this weekend and boy, did it make me feel wretched. Yes, wretched! The Hubster took our youngest skating, and out of the blue, she said: “Daddy, when I get up in the morning, you are always there. When I am hungry, it’s you who puts … Continue reading Why Do Moms Feel So Guilty When Dads Do More Around the House?
Oh, bed! How I have missed you. It’s been 17 busy, busy hours since we’ve been together. It feels so good to lie down! I am soooo tired. Did I take the meat out for supper tomorrow night? Uh, wait, we have no meat for supper tomorrow night. Great. Just great. And skating goes until … Continue reading Inside a Mom’s Brain at Night
This random thought popped into my head one recent evening: Neither of my daughters ate any vegetables that day. Not a single one. Aaaack! Bad mother! Bad mother! Wait. Take that back. Why am I taking all the blame? What about The Hubster? Revised aaaaack: Bad parents! Bad parents! “You haven’t had any vegetables today,” … Continue reading Help! My Kids Hate Veggies!