My sweet 10 month old is teething. Many, many parents have endured this in history. It’s a phase and it passes….but this day I was tired. It had been the I-don’t-even-remember….tenth night in a row that my little guy was up every 1-3 hours of the night. Last night was especially bad as he cried for nearly an hour straight and my back felt like it could break at any moment as I did the death march in his room trying to soothe him back to sleep… Morning came. An escape from the

Once upon a time, I didn’t have children. So, naturally, the idea of having children was a very romantic one. One where kids were simply an addition to one’s current perfect lifestyle, like a pet. In my ‘oh-so-naïve’ mind, you did not adapt to your child. Your child adapted to you…Well ever since our second baby came into our lives… our pets have become third-class citizens. They succumbed long ago to the pressures of daily life around here, because if you can’t yell for what

I was the first among my peers to have a baby. I had never felt as alone as I did in the midst of new parenthood. I wanted so badly to have someone to talk to, someone to understand me and my new life. I loved my friends, but how would they ever understand what it feels like to do the death march with your new baby from 5pm-10pm everynight, crying along with your baby because she just won’t settle…let alone sleep? How could they relate to me at all when they were working, stu