After School Meltdown Syndrome is in full effect here in the NYAM household. Actually, the older kids are adjusting fairly well. But, as expected, Number 7, who just started kindergarten, is having some issues. Number 7 is like a mini Number 4. On steroids. Life is always a crapshoot, and predicting what the day will bring […]
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Two Pieces of Advice I Wish I Had Taken When They Were First Given to Me
People send me all sorts of suggestions and (unsolicited) advice all the time. Some things make my roll my eyes and sigh heavily. But there are plenty of things I am willing to try. The last couple years have just been so crazy that I haven’t acted on most of the ideas I think might be […]
My kids can’t handle down time.
Last week I wrote a post and described what my afternoons are like on the weekdays, and someone commented asking when we eat dinner and then said something along the lines of that sounds exhausting. My afternoons are definitely exhausting. As soon as Number 3 gets home, I have to get him to swim practice […]
Change needs to start at the bottom.
Last week I was nominated to do the #22Kill push-up challenge. If you are involved in any form of social media, chances are high that you know what it is. I had seen in floating around Facebook. I’ve seen many of my friends doing push-ups. I knew the campaign was to bring awareness to the fact […]
What do dads stress about? It may not be what you think.
By Renick Morris Recently I came across a quote on Facebook I really enjoyed and it described how moms and women think. It goes something like this: A woman’s mind is like an internet browser that has 300 tabs open at once! Moms think about everything; it’s all connected and you’re passionate about every open tab. […]
I give myself permission to accept this gift!
Something exciting is happening to me tomorrow. Or for me. Something as exciting as when all the kids went back to school. For me, anyway. But before I get to that, I need to confess something. I hate to clean. I mean, I really fucking hate it. I hate it more than I hate that […]
