I haven’t done much blogging in a while, and a large part of that is that my kids are now older, and I haven’t been able to find a contributor who was consistent. The bigger part of that is that I went through a divorce. Having met my ex-husband at age 17 and married at 19, I hadn’t dated in a very long time, and the idea was scary.
I realize there are people who really do miss parenting moments, or desperately wish they could do it again, whether they have tragically lost a child, or are dealing with infertility. This post isn’t intended for those people, nor is it intended to be hurtful. If this you, the following “tongue-in-cheek” post isn’t a good read for you. Years ago, I had a mom with older children at my house. We (OK, I) had picked up the toys for the millionth time of the day already, yet they were all over the floor of my family room. The baskets where I’d organized toys were askew, contents spilling out. I gestured at the mess, apologized, and half heartedly said “yeah, yeah, I know ‘I’ll miss this one day.'” She looked at me and with a completely straight face said “no you won’t.”
Trying to date in your 30’s, after nearly 20 years, is less than a thrill. Dealing with decades of anxiety and insecurity probably makes it less than thrilling to date me. 😂
I’ve been a single mom for a few years now, and after 9 1/2 years on Twitter, I’m finally using it to get 140 character thoughts out of my head, rather than using it solely to share posts. I thought some of you might identify with these, single or not…
It has been a while since my introductory post and I apologize for that. I unexpectedly had to be induced six weeks early due to my placenta not working properly. Not a lot of parents share details of their NICU and post NICU experiences, but I would like to.
I was admitted into the hospital in April. I had to receive two steroid injections that would help my little one develop his lungs before entering the world. The shots are not that bad honestly. The worst part was my husband making faces at how big the needle was! So pro-tip: Don’t watch your husband’s face! About 24 hours after my first dosage, I recieved my second and then started pitocin.
Maria wants to live in a world where cloth diapers are the norm and moms can make parenting choices without judgement. When she’s not chasing her 18, 14 and 11-year old kids around, you might find her checking out the latest gadgets, organizing something (again) or exercising in the fresh air. Read More »
