I am one of those people who thrives with a little checklist. It makes me focused, dedicated, determined, and I love that feeling every time I cross a task off the list. But the problem with housework is that it’s kind of insurmountable to create a good list. There are so many recurring tasks, so many tasks that depend on…
Me Time, by its very name, suggests that who we are during the daily grind is not who we truly are. It begs us to search for fulfillment outside of the titles of “wife” and “mother.” It accuses precious little ones and God-given spouses for suppressing us. It reduces motherhood to a disease in which little dirty faces and endless…
I am one of those mothers who “plans” to breastfeed to age two–as per the World Health Organization’s recommendation (amongst many others)–and is pretty militant about going to at least a year. E lasted until seventeen months, and I thought that was a little short. R was weaned, completely, by nine months. I have very, very mixed thoughts about this.…