There it is. You’re better than the rest of us. Stop writing us letters to tell us what a shitty job we’re all doing. That time would be way better served staring at your children lovingly, wouldn’t it? More
Topic: moms feeling judged
I love it when people get all up in arms about “mama needs a drink” jokes. Chill out, people. The only reason the joke even exists is because women always have to explain themselves. Also – because it’s the damn truth. More
If you visit the BabyCenter boards at any time during your pregnancy, it will be confirmed that judgy is a word. But how judgy can you actually be? More
For every shitty gamer parent who buys their kid a rated M game and pays no attention to what their kids are playing, there is one who does. But thanks for the concern troll, dude. More
You know sometimes at the end of a long day you’re in a crap mood and just want to be left alone? Yeah, that’s happens to kids, too. A lot. And yet it often feels like we’re judging them for it â€“ or, let’s get real here, judging their parents for raising a miserable child. More
The Olympics are coming this summer. Let me tell you that if “Mommy Shaming” were up for a medal, there would be some fierce competition. Just how critical can we be when it comes to moms and their choices? The honest answer is, “Really, truly, intensely, overwhelmingly critical.” More
The saying goes, they donâ€™t make â€™em like they used to, but our house was built more than 100 years ago and I reckon I could have done a better job. In fact, Iâ€™d like to invite the builder of our house â€“ or at least his living descendants â€“ to come over and experience what itâ€™s like to live with seven children and six adults. Because thatâ€™s how many roomies I feel like I have.
I felt like the worst mom ever when my older son started preschool. Like most working moms, I’d drop my child off in the morning, say a quick goodbye and then bolt out of there in time to get to my downtown office by 9:20 a.m. (20 minutes later than my 20-something colleagues). I wasn’t around to do pick-up; I never volunteered for class trips; and I visited my son’s class a total of once to hand out cupcakes on his birthday.
The worst part, however, was feeling judged by the other moms. More
As I sit reading the latest edition of the ongoing saga that is The Mommy Wars, as reported in various newspapers and on my favorite websites, I get tired. Irritable. Anxious. Not least because I donâ€™t seem to fit the exhaustingly rigid constraints that these labels suggest â€“ itâ€™s okay, neither do you â€“ but because as we all know, there is no longer a one-size-fits-all style of parenting. Heck, there is no size at all these days! More