Snipped
Tomorrow my husband is getting snipped. It is a little mind boggling to me that we’ve arrived at this place of knowing we don’t want to have anymore...
Author: noemikjames
I Capitulate
I think my husband and I have had our last fight about the diet. Because I can’t argue anymore. I just can’t. The weight of it, it’s not somet...
So. Now what?
I wrote that post last night, and I was feeling fucking awesome after writing it. Like I could conquer the world. And then, as I was opening Hulu to watch an ep...
NaBloPoMo Bitches!
Yep! That’s right bitches! I’m doing NaBloPoMo this month! I used to sign up, kind of as an after thought, because posting every day wasn’t mu...
A Question
Brene Brown is my spirit animal. Her six hour talk, The Power of Vulnerability, came to me when I was drowning in the muck of shame and feeling unable, or unwil...
Day One is Done
Well, we made it. Drop off was kind of a shit show. We got there right as another kid who started last week was being dropped off. He was very upset and cried f...
Big Transition #2
Tomorrow my son starts preschool. He’s been with my in-laws since I left maternity leave almost two years ago. For the first year and a half I picked him ...
Where I usually end up
So. Minimalism. I embraced it enthusiastically. Well, I embraced the idea of it. And I tried to embrace the actual practices. I made many real, significant chan...
Two
My son turns two today. I don’t write much about parenting him. I certainly don’t write as much about parenting him as I write about parenting my da...