I’m over at “The Mom Scene” today talking about new year’s resolutions for parents — specifically, my own list of things I’m trying to work on.
One of the biggies is technology: cutting back on our beloved unpaid nannies, Mrs. Netflix and Ms. iPad.
So pop over to check out the full column, if you’re so inclined, and I would be so appreciative!
(Oh dear. The terrible irony is that while I’m writing this post, they are watching Netflix …)
Taking a deep breath and counting to 10? Has that ever worked for anyone who’s pissed off? Or am I just immune to the cliche of calm-down techniques?
I have no problem admitting that I get frustrated with my kids. I feel badly when I lose my temper, and I try to think about it afterwards and see what we could have done differently. (The answer is that the kids should have turned on those freaking listening ears.)
When I’m about to lose my cool — or, as it often the case, I’ve already lost it — there are a few things I can do to get it back …
You know when you friend-request someone and you’re kind of nervous about whether or not they’ll accept?
Well, making your own Facebook page is like texting hundreds of friends and acquaintances and former colleagues and asking if they’ll please, please, please, come to your lame birthday party.
So this is me, inviting you to my lame party. There might be cake …
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| There is not cake. Maybe snacks, though. |
I have been putting off this whole make-a-Facebook page thing for ages now, because I’m terrified I’ll end up with like 23 pity-likes from family members and close friends.
I struggled with what to call the page, because I feel like I’m walking around every day as five or six different Heathers — each with their own “thing.”
Married for just over six months, all I could think about was having a baby. I was completely and totally obsessed, and there was no one I could tell.
I started this blog six years ago, can you believe it? Six years? My life was so different on that fateful January morning — alone in our condo — when I secretly hit “Publish” for the first time.
Back then, I worked a 9-5 office job and dreamed of writing professionally. We lived in an expensive condo in an even more expensive suburb. I had a brand-new husband I didn’t see very much, because he was working two jobs. I desperately wanted children, but I was terrified about the future at the same time.
These days, I certainly sleep less — and have less free time on my hands — but my heart is full. I have a son and a daughter that drive me crazy make me laugh, and I can’t get enough of them. We live in a lovely small town where we’ve met so many amazing friends, and playdates are plentiful. I still don’t see Darling Husband as much as I’d like, but at least he’s down to one job.
I can barely remember the girl sitting in the condo, all alone, typing all alone about how much she wanted to change everything. I also can’t imagine what the next six years will bring, and I suppose that’s life.
xo
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xoxo