Kids know everybody likes a hug. Or a handshake. Or a comforting shoulder pat.
I couldn’t help wonder why I was so different to everyone else. Why did I not feel absolute bliss when I was at home with the kids? Why did I enjoy drinking wine with friends when I was away with work instead of wallowing in self-pity in my hotel room because I missed them so much?
Even once you’re without-a-shred-of-doubt visibly pregnant, you can’t expect strangers to give up their seat for you so readily because the world is populated by some very conveniently clueless individuals who will happily ignore you rather than sacrifice their own comfort.
Difficult, detached, tired parents raise difficult, detached, emotionally irrational children and wonder what we are doing wrong. Why we are so difficult.
I still have a difficult time expressing how I feel. There are times where I feel disconnected from the world and times where I feel like no one will ever understand me.
Your friends who think their pets are children will never understand.
Sometimes I slow down and realize that I’m already winning, right now, in ways that are way more important than whatever comes next.
The Breast Is Best Enthusiast
No one told me that when I got divorced it would feel like I divorced my children, too.
He is such a good man, full of warmth, and kindness, and patience, and loves our children unconditionally. But he’s not The One.