I’m over at My Postpartum Voice talking about being a teacher. And having PPD. And how admitting that to a student was easier than telling him I blog. Important questions don’t always have answers. Go visit me, please!
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This still makes me all giddy inside
You remember that I told you I’m a contributing writer at My Postpartum Voice, right? ::Squee:: I’m not sure how often I’ll be posting there or what topics I’ll cover as Lauren and I are still working all that out so I can’t give you a schedule yet, but I’m hoping that WordPress will have…
UnDomestic Bliss
I walked in the door at 8:45 tonight. After leaving my house at 7:10 this morning. This is my living room as it appears at this exact moment. It is spotted with toddler socks and books and toys. There are TV trays that aren’t put away. There are shoes. And pillows. And bags. If I…
So happy together
I left school shortly after hitting publish on the previous post and just as we were walking out of daycare, another mom came back in the door with her infant and 3-ish year old in tow and said “Don’t leave now! The sirens just came on!” Those of you who know me in real life…
How I know it’s not over yet
You know how I know my PPD/A isn’t gone yet? Days like today tell me so. Days like today cripple me. They make me want to climb into a hole or throw myself from a moving vehicle or just not be. We got Joshua’s hair cut and the minute we took him out of that…