Sweaty? Annoyed? Daydreaming of locking yourself in a bathroom with only a milkshake for company? Perfect, you’ve arrived. Welcome to late summer, the no-man’s-land of parenting. The early summer days of plans, energy, and optimism (and most camps) are gone. It’s an unstructured, windows-open hot* mess* (*literally), where high temps rule the day and mosquitoes rule … Continue reading Late summer is a (hot) mess
*Record scratch* OK, let me be more realistic with that title: The day I stopped yelling at my kids AS MUCH. Because there was a specific day, and a specific moment that changed me. (Continued on Dallas Moms Blog)
"Can we go to the water fountain?" "Fine," I say. "As long as you don't fight on the way there." A lady nearby laughs, and I realize she thinks I'm joking. Bless her and her sweet, agreeable children. They must not have been melded from volcanic fire and molten steel like mine seem to be. … Continue reading 12 things my kids have fought about since yesterday
Scene: You and your child are at a bookstore/book fair. The bright book display looks magical and your kid wants, I don’t know, ALL OF THEM for a grand total of about a million dollars, give or take. Your little one doesn’t see how they can put ANY books back because all 50 are their absolute favorite. The … Continue reading 3 Dallas Library Must-Knows for Moms of Little Ones
The thing is, I love my job. I tried for years to quit it, convinced I couldn’t do it well and be a good mom. But I was wrong. And the reason I know this is because my husband told me so. Repeatedly, until I believed him. He’s basically a genius.
I wish you could have seen my daughter "playing" putt-putt when she was six or so, but you would have needed a helmet and safety goggles. I definitely could have used your help retrieving balls from the parking lot, though. She was like a 3.5-foot tornado. She held her club like an ax and hacked and swung until … Continue reading Mini-golf memories when I just don’t want to hear it
"Mom, who won the Civil War? Did we win?" my 9-year-old daughter asked me the other day, grabbing a Capri Sun from the fridge. Hold that flimsy straw while I unpack: #1. "We" in her question = the South, because me and my husband and my kids are so Southern. Generations Southern. And white. #2. Yes, she … Continue reading To my Southern, white, smart, opinionated girl