Author Archives: Kristin Iversen

SAHM No More: My Son Is Adopting My Stress Freak Outs

SAHM No More: My Son Is Adopting My Stress Freak Outs

The other night, my kids were sitting at our table doing their homework and my younger son asked his older brother for help. Immediately, my older son responded, “I can’t. Do you have any idea how stressed out I am? I’m absolutely swamped with work.”

I was busy cooking dinner but I stopped in my tracks. He was “stressed out”? He was “swamped”? It was like listening to a recording of myself, and not of my best self. More »

SAHM No More: I Don’t Regret My Divorce — Even Though I’m Under Financial Strain

SAHM No More: I Don't Regret My Divorce -- Even Though I'm Under Financial Strain

Don’t get me wrong, I knew at the time, and I know now, that I didn’t leave my marriage in the worst of situations—I was debt-free and was certain that my ex-husband would never be late paying child support or paying his share of babysitters and camps and music lessons. But I also had just finished school and was helping take care of my father who was gravely ill and looking for a job, all while raising two kids. More »

SAHM No More: I’m Sort Of Cool With Being A Single Working Mother On Valentine’s Day

SAHM No More: Iâm Sort Of Cool With Being A Single Working Mother On Valentineâs Day

If I’m going to be really honest with myself, and why I’m so annoyed with having to get a sitter, I would have to admit that it might have less to do with the fact that I have to work late. It has more to do with the fact that the reason I can’t ask my ex-husband to watch the kids or my mother to watch them or my brother or a friend is because they all have plans. They all have plans because it’s Valentine’s Day. And I don’t have plans. I have work. More »

SAHM No More: I Don’t Want To Be My Kids’ Friend

SAHM No More: I Donât Want To Be My Kidsâ Friend

I definitely never set out to be the parents who is “best friends” with my kids. This wasn’t something that necessarily interested me because, well, I had friends, plenty of them. But as time has gone on and my sons have gotten older and my life has gotten busier with work, I’ve found myself having less and less time to spend with friends. So, by default, most of my social activity tends to revolve around what my kids are doing. More »

SAHM No More: I Refuse To Worry About My Kids’ Safety

SAHM No More: I Refuse To Worry About My Kids' Safety

This is the first year that my son walks to and from school by himself and spends several hours alone at a time before I get back from work. Before we started this new schedule, I was pretty sure that I would be frantically worried if he failed to answer one of my text messages promptly or was late getting to a friend’s house. I mean, we live in New York City, anything can happen, right? But instead, I’ve found that not only do I not have any anxiety over it, I don’t worry at all. More »

SAHM No More: My Ex Is Giving Me A Vacation From The Kids, So I Can Do More Work

SAHM No More: My Ex Is Giving Me A Vacation From The Kids, So I Can Do More Work

In my daily life, since I am always balancing work and family—with some purely personal time thrown in—I never feel like I’m doing anything perfectly. If I had to choose between my kids and work, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second before focusing on my kids. But now that I will have some time where the juggling act is paused, I’m pretty sure I’m going to just focus 100% on work and make up for what I feel like I don’t do well enough on a regular basis. More »

SAHM No More: I Wish My Life Was More Like a Pinterest-Worthy Mommy Blog

SAHM No More: I Wish My Life Was More Like a Pinterest-Worthy Mommy Blog

Why couldn’t my life look like the lives online? Why did the tinsel on my Christmas tree come out all clustered and clumpy instead of looking like silvery, retro icicles? Why don’t my kids wear matching pajamas or even agree to smile for the camera? Okay, who am I kidding—why don’t I ever even remember to take pictures of my children until the perfect moment has passed? Why is my life so unpinnable? More »