I long to be a Disney sitcom mom. At least from 6 to 8 a.m. each morning. You see in alternate Disney reality, a typical morning goes something like this: Mom comes down the stairs of her perfectly organized house (even though we’ve never seen her do any actual work). Her makeup is impeccable. She’s…
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The following list has been developed over the last 20 years of my mothering. The root of my boredom is not that I am a bad mom, or a lazy mom. I’m just one that needs things shaken up a bit. The biggest key to unlocking boredom for me is to limit a task to…
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On the way to school this morning, a battle was waging. I handed down an unpopular consequence for leaving the house late. My teenage daughter was protesting this cruel miscarriage of justice. Then, after we’d both said our piece, we rode in awkward, hostile silence for the rest of the way to school. When she…
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