Anyone who knows me in real life should not be shocked by the title of this confession. Truly. (I’m looking at you, Dan.) I talk. A lot. All the time in fact. My Mama says I shot from the womb talking. In kindergarten, I was sent home with a little note that said “Miranda is…
not super mom
That time I made an ass of myself in the fabric store
If you follow me on Twitter, you know my afternoon? Kind of blew. To say the least. Joshua and I got up and showered and dressed this morning and decided to go out. Somewhere. And I ended up at Moe’s. So we ate and had a great time and then it was time to go…
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”…
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…
Hellmonth! Yay…or something like that.
Y’all, I could not be more excited for today’s guest poster. She’s a relatively recent find of mine and I think we might be the same person. Except she thinks running is fun and I think that’s insane. For real. I do not run. Unless I’m being chased. And if the chaser has a gun,…