I bake when I'm anxious, stressed, in a crappy mood, in a good mood, or just in a baking mood. I enjoy baking, but I try to reign that shit in because I tend to eat all of whatever I baked and that's counterproductive to my fitness and healthy lifestyle journey.
Last week I talked about our home schooling system and listed off some of our favorite and most effective resources. While a great deal of our home schooling occurs on my phone or the tablet, we also burn through workbooks, activity sheets and print a ton of things during the week. So how do I organize all of this without allowing it to over take our home? Let me show you!!
Connor is 3, going on 4 this August. I've been looking into our local preschool options and they breakdown into two categories: obscenely expensive, or far too religious. As two former Catholic, current "seeking direction" parents, we don't want to put our kids in a religious school unless we both 100% support that church. Since we don't have anything like that, I've been looking for alternate options.
The idea of being "zero waste" seems difficult, expensive, time consuming and arguably "not worth it". I know because when I first started looking into it, that's all I kept thinking. "Oh my god. They want that much for straws?! They must be out of their damn minds." Or "Yeah, composting seems great, but it also seems like a lot of work."
It seems to me that moms are held to an impossible standard these days. Maybe they were before and it just wasn't as obvious as it is now thanks to social media, but it seems like moms are expected to be everything to everyone, be on top of it all, never fail, always look amazing, and never lose their shit.
I am a writer. It's insanely (and rather embarrassingly) difficult for me to actual put those words, in that order, out in the universe. I don't know why, but to me the word "writer" is synonymous with "author" and more specifically "book/novel author." I haven't written a book or novel and yet here I am claiming, even boasting, about being a writer. Wtf, mate?
A little over a year ago, I switched from cloth to full time disposables. It wasn't a decision I was thrilled about, but our cloth diapers were really nearly 2.5 years old. The elastic was stretched beyond usefulness, and the inserts were no longer doing their jobs. I was annoyed with their failure to last as long as I wanted (although they did last for a long time, I just had unreasonable expectations) and I was frustrated. Instead of replacing the cloth we had, I decided it would just be easy to by disposables. I wish I hadn't done that.
In my first post, I explained what casual parenting is and I mistakenly likened it to “lazy parenting”. Over the course of the last few months, having spent more and more time around other parents and a variety of other parenting styles, I would like to take this time to retract my previous statement and clarify a few things.
It seems drastic to cut down the amount of clothing and shoes you own/access to only 33 items. When you stand in your closet, looking at all the dozens of shirts, dresses, and skirts, you might even think "This is insane. Why would I limit myself like that? It's a choice. Why would I force myself to do such a crazy thing?" Not to mention all the cute pairs of jeans and shorts you have over in your dresser. Is a capsule wardrobe even a viable and realistic option?
I've been thinking a lot lately about who actually reads my blog. Who am I talking to when I write? Who am I hoping will read this and feel something (hopefully positive) towards my words? Who am I trying to reach?
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