I want to tell you a secret. That mom. The one who’s legs are thinner and two feet longer than yours. The mom who looks like she manages to shower almost every day AND put on make up. The one who somehow wants to work out (I’m still not entirely convinced that isn’t some kind… Continue reading I want to tell you a secret.
It doesn’t matter if others thought you were too young, too old, too poor. It doesn’t matter if your children are twelve months apart or twelve years. It doesn’t matter if this is your first child or your fifth.
I am failing. Miserably. Most of what my kids eat comes from the freezer or from a can. I am an adequate (and that may be pushing it) cook but I do not enjoy it and have no patience for following a recipe to a T. Sometimes I even manage to ruin the generic brand… Continue reading I’m Failing and you Probably are Too