Monthly Archive: May 2009

Is it reasonable to expect a husband with a stay at home wife to share in domestic responsibilities? Does being a stay at home mom always mean total assumption of the house cleaning? Am I a slacker, does looking for an equal partner in doing the dishes and folding laundry and vacuuming mean that I’m …

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Sunshiney happy once again. And all it took was a nice warm day, a morning when Jessie was happy about going to school, and a highly successful trip to the library. I’m feeling a lot more like myself, my hair is in a ridiculously high ponytail (always a good way to tell how cheerful I …

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Basically, I let her cry in her room for about 45 minutes (and she screamed and cried the whole time) and after I had cleaned the entire house, I went in and helped her get ready for bed. She was flipping out about a whole bunch of stuff, but mainly she had wanted to go …

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But, oh, how I wish they did. Jess is in her in bedroom, sobbing her eyes out, and I’m not sure what to do next. Marc is all for leaving her in there until tomorrow morning, but I don’t want her to go to sleep like this. Basically, she’s been a walking temper tantrum since …

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And why I’m still agonizing over it. Jess is a bright kid, and according to her teacher, is thriving at school. Learning fast, making huge progress, gets along well with others, etc. But every single morning, she begs to stay home. She really, really doesn’t like going. If she was an adult, and this was …

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I let my daughter stay home today, not because she was sick, but because I was. I’ve got a killer headache, have for two days now. Normally, the alarm goes off at six thirty, Marc gets up, makes the coffee and brings me in a cup when it’s ready around seven. But, unbeknownst to me, …

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When I don’t want to do something. Within certain parameters. If my mother asks me. Or my favorite cousin. Then I grudgingly say yes, if it’s something I’d REALLY rather not do, and don’t do it gracefully. I wish this was different about me. I wish that I was a nicer person, and when I …

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