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?
“If only, if only,” the young mother sighs, “I did all the chores;” there’s hope in her eyes. She washes and foldses and relocates toys. She vacuums and bleaches and separates boys. “If only, if only,” the young mother shouts, “You’d not kill your brother when I’m not about.” She wrestles and time-outs and wait till … More If Only…
I always thought I wouldn’t have to clean the house when I grew up. Not ever doing chores again was pretty much the only plan I had for my future. I also planned on having a prestigious career -that wouldn’t have ANY tedious parts to it. This may be why motherhood has failed to engage … More The Maid