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The NotsoSuperMom: Author, Author!
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April 21, 2012. Now, I have at times specifically wanted to be a novelist, a playwright, and I briefly flirted with the idea of journalism. I imagined that I would write wonderful short stories for magazines and be "Published." These specific writing jobs never materialized, and there really is no job title for someone who furiously scribbles poetic rants on napkins. It really is it's own job all by itself.). When blogging became de rigueur. The other problem was that I couldn't imagine that anyone would...
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The NotsoSuperMom: April 2015
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April 26, 2015. Listen To Your Mother Lehigh Valley 2015. Today I had the honor of being on stage. With a fabulous group of writers as part of a nationwide series of live readings about motherhood. Some pieces are heartfelt, some pieces are funny. Most, like life- and motherhood- -are a little of both. Some of us wrote pieces to audition with and others pulled from past work and found appropriate pieces that we had already written. My piece. Every Single. Day. I found myself crying. I cried that cry that...
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The NotsoSuperMom: July 2015
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July 30, 2015. I hate bedtime. I didn't used to hate it. My older two children always went to bed without much fanfare. No whining, no last-minute requests for drinks. There was bath time, a story, tooth brushing and hugs and kisses. I never realized how spoiled I was then. The Bedtime Circus here isn't fun or entertaining for me. Every night I get intensely (and probably unreasonably) frustrated that it is not as simple as it once was and I loathe it's inescapable occurrence. I often feel an unb...It be...
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The NotsoSuperMom: March 2015
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March 19, 2015. Of Mice and Moons. I take a few slow, deep breaths. My voice is a heavy whisper. Meditative and measured. A ritual of love. Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. Time marched on and I carried on the same with my son. Reading (again, sometimes twice) nightly. He was always just as willing to sit and listen as his older sister. It was a bond. And then came baby. There were new board books, new toys, new trinkets. And a new place for an old friend. The mouse and the moon return....This was ...
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The NotsoSuperMom: May 2015
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May 27, 2015. Josh Duggar is public enemy #1 these days. And rightfully so. He has confessed to a crime- punished or not, what he did was criminal- and he has said he is sorry. I have no doubt that he is sorry, but whether or not it is repentance for what he did or regret for its discovery may never be known to us. The facts that people cite in his defense do not excuse any of his actions. Was he a Christian? He did this to five- FIVE. He kept his actions private. By doing this to sleeping victims, b...
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The NotsoSuperMom: The Affair
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July 13, 2015. We do everything together. Everything. This wasn't much of a problem in the beginning. I was so happy to have him and he made me feel good about myself. He was quietly encouraging and he made me feel like a better person. Sometimes I even snuck out for long walks with him. He had me doing things I hadn't done in quite a while. But things were moving fast. My good friend, Misty, finally pointed out the truth: my fitbit was turning me into his fitbitch. Is this what a threesome feels like?
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The NotsoSuperMom: Roadtrip: Motherhood
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May 10, 2015. We all take a journey in motherhood. Motherhood is "about the journey" because there is no destination. For some, I imagine it is a luxury vacation- carefully mapped and planned. For most others I would guess it is like a poorly planned road trip where you feel like you're on your way somewhere that you weren't completely prepared for. Some roads are smoother than others, of course. Some parts of the journey are arduous. And it can be like the longest road trip of your life. In motherhood, ...
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The NotsoSuperMom: Moo's Got Talent! I Got Nothin'.
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March 7, 2013. Disclaimer 1: I really hate disclaimers at the beginning of blog posts. Disclaimer 2: I wrote this post months ago and felt so terrible that I couldn't publish it. However, in the interests of trying to post more frequently, cleaning out my drafts and being honest here, I have decided to kick this baby out of the nest. Tonight I live up to my blog name. Tonight I was ultra, crappy-ass, NOT-super-mom. At bedtime Moo says "You know America's Got Talent. Uh, no, but thanks for the info? I mea...
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The NotsoSuperMom: June 2015
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June 15, 2015. Last year I went to The Blog University known as # BlogU. Hashtag getschooled. And there was definitely a lot of schooling to be had there. Writing, promoting, making money, social media, "branding" your blog, treating your blog like a business. A lot. And despite the notion that one should go to a blogging conference to learn about blogging, I actually learned more about myself. Under my blog name- but I guess part of the vanity of writing is wanting people to actually read. I am a writer.
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The NotsoSuperMom: The Bedtime Circus
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July 30, 2015. I hate bedtime. I didn't used to hate it. My older two children always went to bed without much fanfare. No whining, no last-minute requests for drinks. There was bath time, a story, tooth brushing and hugs and kisses. I never realized how spoiled I was then. The Bedtime Circus here isn't fun or entertaining for me. Every night I get intensely (and probably unreasonably) frustrated that it is not as simple as it once was and I loathe it's inescapable occurrence. I often feel an unb...It be...