You Have The Gift

"Can my son play with your cleaning products?" The fellow toddler mom whose house we were visiting looked at me like I offered to drop scorpions in her baby's Pack-n-Play. "It's okay, really. He just likes to line them up and read the bottles. He's not...

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I Suck at Being a Mom

I suck at being a mom. I put you to sleep on your stomach. I left you with a variety of babysitters, some with questionable morals. I forgot to pack your school lunch... on your birthday. Sometimes I fall asleep before I can say good night to you. Your...

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My Life with Anxiety

I couldn't get out of the car. I needed a loaf of bread, so that my son's routine of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch would not be interrupted. I had made it to the store, a miracle in itself, but could not get out of the car. My son stared at...

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Here’s a little something about me…

I have expensive taste...

A family that supports me...

And questionable hairstyles.