When I pictured the life of a stay-at-home parent, I don’t think I pictured so many clothes. The Laundry-Sorting Room (AKA my bedroom) is covered in pants, shirts, underwear, socks, a skirt or two, dress shirts, a lone pair of tights, towels, sheets, blankets, and children. The boys’ bedrooms are equally carpeted in garments, though not … More The Children’s New Clothes
I’ve read that finding happiness in life can be a matter of lowering expectations. I haven’t got much lower I can go with that, so has anyone else got any ideas?
I am a mother of four boys. And I have a husband. I really like boys. They’re honest, scientific, obvious, succinct, and often more fun. Still; I hadn’t realized, when the pregnancies kept turning out to be male, how much the smell of urine would come to dominate my bathrooms.
“I’m so excited to fold clothes and wash dishes!” -said no mother, ever. And yet, my husband wonders why I can’t drum up any excitement to get out of bed in the mornings.
Empties on counters and wrappers beneath me Dull, crusted skillets and Wet Wipes on Wheaties O’erflowing garbages dumping on me These aren’t a few of my favorite things. What is so difficult about cleaning up? Did I put the recycling bin all the way out the door that’s three feet away? Do you assume your hot … More Boxes on Counters and Warm Woolen Undies