Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
While driving back from a doula client meeting this Sunday, I sat ensconced in my own thoughts, Rachel Hollis' voice reading "Girl, Wash Your Face" aloud, and a heart that kept pointing fingers at back at myself. You see, Rachel discussed her own fears and failings and she bandied about the term "workaholic". She's "recovering"... Continue Reading →
My brain didn't quite emerge from its fog, as Abby appeared in our upstairs bedroom for the umpteenth time last night. My voice had lost its gracious "I'm-the-model-Mama" tone and taken on the "next-person-who-wakes-me-is-going-to-suffer-my-wrath" edge. Micah had already been awake to nurse twice, and my body groaned with the sheer effort of focusing on Abby's... Continue Reading →
Dear Abby, Mama can't believe that it is the first of July and that her summer break is already half over. It's been nice to ignore the fact that I am going back to work in August. You change so much every day...it's so hard not to dread missing part of your days this coming... Continue Reading →
As promised, Part II of this "Working Moms" series is a guest post by a freelance writer for Healthline. In Part I of this series (click here to catch up if you missed the first installment), I analyzed how the toll that just two weeks back at work wreaked on me emotionally and physically. And,... Continue Reading →
I went back to work when Abby was 5 weeks old. It was brutal. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. And, I only needed to work for two weeks to polish off the 2013-2014 school year. As a teacher, I knew summer was just around the corner and that I would have 8-10 blissful weeks with my baby... Continue Reading →
