Baths are overrated: some (sort of, not really) helpful advice for a soon-to-be mom of three

My friend Kate, the mastermind behind the hilariously relatable and often heartwarming blog, Shakespeare’s Mom, was kind of enough to take some time out of her hectic day to answer some questions I had on what it’s really like mothering three children. Here’s our correspondence:

Dear Kate,

With only seven weeks left until my due date, I’ve had a lot of growing concerns over managing three children. Or herding—whatever it’s called at this point.

Having been around this block already, I thought you might be the best person to handle the answers to my deepest parental concerns regarding my husband and I officially being outnumbered by our children. So, if you don’t mind I’ve written a few questions that have been weighing on my mind:

1. How do you take care of the needs of a newborn when it clashed with the needs of your toddlers? Is this one of those times as a parent when it’s totally acceptable to pour cereal on the table and just let your kids have at it?

2. How do you get everyone ready and then have time to get yourself ready? Is this one of those times in life where you just have to get ready after the middle of the night feedings or it’s a lost cause? Is this when Chapstick becomes an acceptable form of lipstick? [Read more...]

We Never Leave On Time

The end of the world has been coming for a long time. Now that the much anticipated Mayan calendar theory has been totally debunked by us all not dying, we can focus our sights on either the apocalypse via massive nuclear war or zombies.

The increase of natural disasters like frequent earthquakes and tsunamis caused by global warming, or my cat leaning too far off the couch, make one consider what exactly is going on. What would we do if the world came to an end? Sending us into a post-apocalyptic scenario like the book of Eli or Water World—except Kevin Costner wouldn’t be there with his creepy flipper fins. Or maybe he would, I’ve never seen his feet.

In the event of a dire emergency, here are a few things my family would pack:


Cupcakes and chocolate.

They would ask to play outside. However, their list of things to pack is probably pretty comparable to this.

Wet Cat Food and those stupid foil balls they only chew on at three in the morning, while I’m trying to sleep.

Evidently we all have our priorities, none of which includes surviving.

At the rate my family packs we’d never make it out the door before the apocalypse, because we never leave on time.

I start packing three weeks in advance because I’m crazy. My children and I are already in the car waiting 48 hours before we even need to leave. My husband, however, starts a home improvement project every time we’re scheduled to go anywhere. We can all be ready to leave, and he’ll say he needs to get something, or lock the back door. Forever and a half later I find him in the house tearing the tile off the counter because maybe after we get back we’ll want to consider redoing them. Meanwhile, zombies are flooding our yard, and he’s handing everyone tools because hey, if you’re here you might as well help out.

The good news is it’s not too likely we’ll have a zombie apocalypse anytime soon. But then, what do I know? If the end of the world is near and I’m electing to only bring cupcakes and cookies, it’s not likely I’ll be prepared anyway. I will, however, be ready to leave 48 hours before hand.

Week 31: The Anatomy of My Third Trimester



6. Pelvic Pressure and Round Ligament Pain.
The dynamic duo strikes again, this time with double the force since this baby is sitting so low. Really, I’m surprised I haven’t seen a hand yet. Or a thumb. As for the ligament pain, it tends to happen only when I sit on the floor. And sitting on the floor tends to only happen when I absolutely MUST wear socks.

Read the rest over at Pregnancy & Newborn’s Knocked Up Blog >>

Mad Parenting Skillz


I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want…I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career.

My life as a professional career person at an actual workplace seems like a hazy dream that’s slowly faded over time. I don’t have a long career as a parent, in the words of The Carpenters, I’ve only just begun. Still, parenting years is calculated in dog years. After I add the sick moments, the sleepless nights, the tantrums and the chaos, my four years of parenting is really more like 28 years of parenting–minus the teen years. There’s a nasty rumor going around that time period actually quadruples your years. [Read more...]

Ms. Hormone’s Wild Ride: 6 Pregnancy Hormones You Should Know


Hormones are what make it all happen during pregnancy. Different hormones are responsible for your onset of crying, rage, then more crying. For no reason. Or stupid reasons, like your ice cream is too hard to scoop. Hormones are responsible for your ability to throw up more times than a room full of college co-eds on New Years Eve. And they’re responsible for the ability to smell a turkey sandwich, from across the street. Then puke some more.  [Read more...]