A year ago, I was sitting in a hospital waiting room, anxiously awaiting (as one does) news of my daughter, who was in her nth day of labour. I would have happily chewed my arm off, to relieve her of the pain of childbirth. I scribbled on my iPad that day, trying to keep myself busy, while waiting, worrying, and, well…weminiscing. Continue reading
The other day I read a mother’s plea on Facebook: “Hey, parents of that little asshole who keeps telling my kids Santa Claus isn’t real, could you get him to knock it off?”
Um, yeah. Sorry about that.
I think that might have been my son. Continue reading
Back when I was a new mother—my oldest child was 2 years old—I started back to university. That first year, I was enrolled in my first developmental psych course. As it turned out, I couldn’t have planned it better. Continue reading
Dear Awesome Advice Team,
For years I’ve been attending parent-teacher meetings, plastering a fake smile on my face and acting like I’m happy with the marks my kids have been getting, when in fact all I want to do is put my head in the oven when I get home. Some nights, I actually start up the oven before I get my car keys: that’s how much I hate parent-teacher meetings. Continue reading