I have a confession to make about a constant, and at times, overwhelming parenting problem. A great struggle at our house is getting our kids to sleep at night. By this admission, I am venturing into a hotly debated parenting topic and opening myself up to ridicule. Despite the potential wrath of the reading public, I
It is hard to believe another Valentine’s Day is approaching. It is a major day for me. B.C. (before cancer) it was a day of eating my famous (if I do say so myself) lamb shanks and orzo, passing out little tokens of love and, of course, in a house of estrogen, consuming large quantities of chocolate.
Dee’s mother and I have made the typical rookie mistakes in many areas of parenting. One certainly stands out, and that has to do with Dee’s various transitions relating to naps and bedtimes.
Every year I resolve to give up the whole “New Year’s resolution” thing. Then I get caught up in the moment and jot down the many things I want to conquer.
I inherited a Brownie Troop from a woman with organizational skills that could put Martha Stewart to shame. She had three adorable offspring who always had their permission slips turned in two days before they were due and carried nutritious lunches in boxes that didn’t have Corgi bite marks on them.
Parenting is an ugly business. The old saying is that those who are partial to the law and sausage should abstain from watching the creation of either one for fear of turning off their fondness for the outcome.