I buy Joshua books. Lots and lots of books. Whenever we go to Target, I stroll through the $1 section to see what new books they’ve put out. Most recently, I bought him some Spider-man books thinking “Cool. He’s a boy and these aren’t Elmo. Rock on.” Only the kid has become a bit obsessed…
mama fail
Feeling like a Mama Fail. And it’s totally stupid.
An article was linked on Facebook yesterday by another blogger (The Feminist Breeder, I think?) about picky eating children. You can go read it here. Basically, it says that one of the ways mothers can ensure that their children avoid “the typical toddler ‘beige carbohydrate‘ preference, such as white breads, white rice, salt, and sugars”…
I’m all “Bah Humbug” up in this place
I really hate it here. Truly. This space in my head. All I do is sit in my chair and “think…think…thiiiinnnnkk.” And sing cheesy songs from awful kid’s shows, apparently. I was having a few really, really good days with Joshua and this whole working mama gig. Everything was rocking and rolling and going well…
I kind of hate myself right now
I just did something I swore to myself I’d try to never do. I hit my kid. Easy, mandated reporters. I only popped his hand. But it was out of frustration and now I am all dizzy and I want to throw up. I do not want to punish my son with my hands. I…
Back to good
To say that I am at the end of my rope with absolutely everything lately might be the understatement of the century. I’ve officially reached the point where I cannot maintain focus on one activity for longer than about 20 minutes. After that point, I don’t remember what I was doing. Or I find myself…