The Mom Uniform

Monday to Friday, 9am till 5pm, I wear work appropriate clothing. I wear dresses, skirts, blazers, dress pants, high heels and makeup. I don’t mind doing it. In fact, there are some days when I am glad that I have a reason to wear a bra. But come the weekend, shit gets real. My hair is usually in a ponytail, my makeup routine becomes non-existent and I wear my ‘mom uniform.’

What is the mom uniform, you ask? Well it’s really quite simple. It’s a pair of yoga pants or tights, topped with a tank top or t-shirt or tunic, and a loose, comfy cardigan on top to complete the look. The cardigan makes it look less sloppy and more socially acceptable. Footwear usually consists of sneakers, flats or flip-flops.

Before I became a mom, I used to judge other mothers who wore the mom uniform and think to myself, “What is wrong with you? Why can’t you put in a little effort? Would it kill you to put on a pair of jeans and a cute top? God these moms are lazy. They can’t even manage to brush their hair.”  Totally bitchy of me, right? Little did I know that the effort just isn’t worth it some days. So, why do moms wear the mom uniform? Here’s why:

Because it’s comfy.

Because pajama pants really are socially unacceptable in public.

Because the clothes are old and we don’t care if there’s spit-up, breastmilk, puke, piss or shit on them.

Because after dressing our children our only goal is to not go to the store naked.

Because jeans aren’t flattering when you still haven’t lost all your baby weight.

Because tights come in fun colors and prints.

Because yoga pants make our asses look good.

Because the maternity panel in my jeans in noticeable when I bend over.

Because we are dressed for a workout if we choose to do so (haha).

Because chasing a toddler all over a department story REALLY IS a workout!

Because tights hide my muffin top.

Because we’re bloated and on our period and the stretch waist feels nice.

Because we’re also bloated from eating a bagel with cream cheese, a coffee, animal crackers and a handful of dry cheerios for breakfast.

Because the loose and comfy cardigan can double up as a spare receiving blanket.

Because my feet are sore from wearing heels to work all week and flip-flops feel AH-MAZ-ING.

Because ponytails hide the fact that we forgot to wash our hair that morning.

Because we don’t get enough sleep and trying to figure out an outfit is precious time we could be using to get some extra shut-eye.

Because we are dressed appropriately to get down and play in the dirt when we take our kids to the park.

Because our clothing can double up as pajamas.

Because we’d look ridiculous going to playgroup in high heels and a dress.

Because we don’t give a shit if you don’t like what we are wearing. We are comfy and realize that most trips to the store are not worthy of dressing up like we’re attending a red carpet event. We don’t care if someone else has perfect makeup, hair, nails, clothes and looks like a million dollars. We only have two tasks to achieve: get items we need and don’t let the kids destroy anything or anyone.

Not all moms wear the mom uniform. But don’t judge those who do, we have lots of good reasons and even if you think the reasons suck, it doesn’t matter to us because we’re too busy trying to figure out if our tank tops are stained with chocolate or poop!


Danny Tanner, Sex and the City and Single Parenting

Single parents have been on the rise over the last fifty years. It’s more and more common to meet a single mom or a single dad these days. Because of this, it’s also much more common to see single parents portrayed on TV.

When I became a single mom, I realized that I didn’t know very many single mothers. Most of my friends are married or in long term relationships and most of their parents have been married for thirty plus years. My best source for learning how to be a single parent was through TV.

I realize that these characters are fictional and that their situations were entirely made up to help create a storyline, but I really feel for them and their struggles. They taught me a lot about being a single parent and some of them portrayed the role really well. Here’s who I relate to:

Danny Tanner, Full House – Danny Tanner lost his wife due to a tragic accident, and as a result, was left as a single father with three young daughters to take care of.  Danny turned to his brother-in-law and best friend to help him raise his girls. It was tough at times, but they always managed to pull through. Plus, Danny also managed to date AND keep a clean house. Ladies, if this type of man isn’t a keeper then it’s time to reassess your standards! Danny taught me that as a single parent it’s okay to reach out to family and friends and that asking for help does not mean you are weak.

Nick Russo, Blossom – Nick becomes a single father after his wife walked out on him to pursue her own career. Nick is left with three children and struggles to maintain his career as a musician. Perhaps the biggest challenge for Nick is being able to relate to his teenage daughter, Blossom. Blossom is experiencing things like getting her first period, dating and struggling to understand her parents’ divorce. In the earlier years, Nick remains single and as a result, deals with some of the harder gender issues that a mother would usually tend to with a daughter. Nick taught me that gender stereotypes are wrong and that fathers are very capable of raising daughters on their own and mothers are very capable of raising sons on their own. As long as your child is loved and supported then they will be fine.

Miranda Hobbes, Sex and the City – Miranda’s pregnancy comes as a surprise and she decides to keep her unplanned baby and raise him on her own. Her family doesn’t live close enough to offer much support and her friends have little to no experience with children. Miranda struggles to find the balance between work and home life. Finally, Miranda tells her boss that she can’t continue to work 70+ hours a week. She says that her work week will need to be scaled back if she’s going to continue with her employment. Her boss agrees and things start to get better at work and at home. Miranda eventually married her son’s father, but she taught me an important life lesson: Find balance.

Alan Harper, Two and a Half Men – Alan’s wife left him because she thought she was a lesbian. As if that wasn’t traumatizing enough, he got kicked out of the house and had nowhere to go. His brother took him in and Alan was able to live with him, rent free, because he had huge alimony and child support payments and could not afford housing on his own. Even though Alan is a Chiropractor, money is tight due to the payments he makes to his ex-wife every month. Because of this, Alan learns how to pinch pennies. He gets his hair cut at a barber school, he takes on a second job for a brief period, he uses coupons and he watches and waits for sales. At times Alan is over the top and comes off as being cheap, but most of the time I find him very practical with his money. Alan taught me how important it is to budget and plan and save where you can because those things are important for any single parent – doctor or otherwise!

Lorelai Gilmore, Gilmore Girls – Lorelai was faced with plenty of challenges very early on in life. She became pregnant at 16 and dropped out of high school and ran away from her home and wealthy parents.  Despite all of this, she shows a strong sense of determination and is able to get a job as a maid at an Inn and raise her daughter. Lorelai worked hard at her job and her perseverance paid off, as she eventually is promoted to the position of Executive Manager at the Inn. Lorelai takes great pride in raising her daughter and is a strong woman who never gives up. She is funny, creative and brings humour to everyday life. Lorelai (in my opinion) is an amazing single mom. She challenged the stereotype and overcame a lot of adversity. She taught me to be strong and believe in myself and to never give up.

I don’t want nearly as much TV now as I did when I was growing up and into my early 20s. I simply don’t have the time anymore; after all, I am a single mom with a lot of priorities and responsibilities to juggle!  However, I am extremely glad that I did get the opportunity to watch these shows and learn from these characters.  They have helped me to realize that being a single parent is tough, but manageable. And that I can do anything if I set my mind on it and never give up or back down. These characters all made their share of mistakes as they navigated the world of single parenting. Most of them just figured stuff out as time passed, which is really how a lot of us figure things out. I thought most of them set great examples and were able to help society see single parents in a different light.  They may have not been perfect parents all of the time, but then again, who is?

Mommy Confessions

There is no such thing as being a perfect mother. All of us screw up or make mistakes, and I have no problem admitting that I make lots of them.

I also will admit that sometimes, I do things that aren’t exactly worthy of a mother-of-the-year award. With that being said, I have some confessions to make. I want to make them because I noticed that a lot of mothers feel like they need to be perfect. It’s a high expectation to live up to and you’ll almost always let yourself down. So, here are some of my least-graceful motherhood moments:

I sometimes pretend to work late but then go to the mall and buy myself something nice.

When my daughter does the same annoying thing over and over I flip her off when she isn’t looking.

Every now and then I pretend to be constipated and then push the clothes hamper up against the door so my daughter can’t barge into the washroom while I cruise Facebook and Pinterest.

Once I went to work and found a goldfish cracker that my daughter dropped in my bra…and I ate it.

Sometimes I am so tired at night that I don’t take off my makeup. When I wake up the next morning I fix up the smudges with a q-tip and wear it again.

When I am tired and my daughter brings me a book to read to her, I usually just read the first page and the last page and throw in a random sentence off the top of my head for the middle. She’s too little to know the difference and I dread the day when she does.

I sometimes still wear maternity clothes even though I gave birth over a year ago.

After I gave birth I had to register my daughter’s name for her birth certificate and health card. I could not remember if I spelled her middle name as Elizabeth or Elisabeth. The only way I found out for sure was when the health card came in (turns out I spelled it Elizabeth).

I regularly tell people my daughters’ birthday is August 11th, which was my due date. I had her on August 12th.

I seriously wish that parenting came with a manual or instruction guide. More often than not I am baffled and use logic and the process of elimination to solve problems.

Some mornings before I head out for work, my daughter will take a huge crap in her diaper. I pretend not to notice it and leave anyway and know that either my mom or dad will change her.

Sometimes on rainy days I take my daughter to Walmart and let her run around the store just to burn off some energy so she’ll sleep well at night.

There have been times where I have been so tired that I have forgotten words or phrases. I called my eyelids eye covers and called my lip gloss wet lipstick. My brain does not function well with only three hours of sleep.

When my daughter wakes up really early and is full of energy but I am still tired, I give her my phone and let her watch YouTube so I can take a 5 minute power nap.

I once leaked breastmilk on a bra I was trying on at Target. I ended up buying the bra even though it didn’t fit me.

There have been times when I would pretend to run an errand and got my parents to babysit, but instead of doing said errand I would go to Tim Hortons and get an iced cap and drive around in my car for an hour.

I hid my daughter’s toy remote because the music it makes is so annoying and whenever she sees it she MUST push the music button.

A few evenings a week I will have a glass of wine. I don’t usually tell people exactly how big the glass is and how much wine it can hold.

I sometimes let my daughter sleep in the clothes she wore that day if they aren’t too dirty and she is too tired and cranky to get changed.

I will also confess that I regularly watch my daughter sleep and usually cry as I do it because I can’t believe that such a perfect little baby belongs to me.  Despite all of these confessions, I’ve learned a lot about parenting. It can be really tough but it’s also extremely rewarding.  I know that I am definitely NOT a perfect mother and I am sure I will make lots of mistakes as Charlotte and I continue to grow. I love being a mom and even though there are days when all I want to do is take a shower without an audience or just drive around in my car with an iced cap, I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. I know there will be a time in the future when I look back and miss these moments. These funny, frustrating, messy, exhausting and beautiful moments are what it’s all about.

ten kids is eight too many for me!

I love watching reality TV shows that teach me something new or interesting. Reality TV has come a long way and lately I have been watching some stuff that has been showing me new perspectives and views. I don’t particularly enjoy the trashy reality shows, but I will admit that I have watched a few of them from time to time.

A trend I have noticed on TV lately is that reality shows love to feature large families.  Shows like Sister Wives, The Willis Family, Kate Plus 8 and 19 Kids and Counting draw large audiences, and I can see why. Everyone wants to know how these families are able to function with so many children.

I started thinking; could I have ten (or more) children? Obviously I can’t since I’m too old. But what if I had started in my early twenties and continued having children into my forties? Could I do it? Am I cut out to spend my days and nights and most of my life raising children? After careful consideration, and several glasses of wine, I came to the conclusion that I could not. And here’s why:

I need alone time. Every day, around mid-afternoon, I start counting down the hours till bedtime. Four hours till bedtime. Three hours and twenty minutes till bedtime. 1 hour and thirty minutes till bedtime. I love my child and spending time with her is the best part of my day. But sometimes, I just want to use the washroom or take a bath without having company. There is no possible way that any of these moms with the mega-sized families get alone time. Most of them have more children than they do rooms in their houses.

I’m not super organized. I’m a moderately organized person. I don’t lose stuff and I tend to keep my desk, office, bedroom and house in an orderly fashion. However, with ten plus kids, you need to take your organizational skills to a whole new level. These mamas need to plan and organize almost every detail of every single day. Because with ten or more people in a household, if you don’t have a plan, shit is going to go wrong and quickly.

Patience. I like to think that I can be a very patient person. I don’t mind explaining something several times and I can keep myself amused in long longs at the bank or the grocery store. But eventually, my patience dwindles. Right now, my daughter is at the age where she likes to test me. She knows she’s not supposed to touch the TV, pull at the curtains or pull at cords. Yet she does these things all of the time. Sometimes she’ll even reach her hand out towards one of said areas and before she touches it she will stop and look at me, as if she’s checking to see if I am watching. This is with one child. What the hell is it like when there are ten? And these TV moms, well most have the patience of a Saint! I realize TV is super edited but at the very least, they are putting on a good show for the cameras!

Money, money, money, money…MONEY! Kids are expensive. Clothing, food, recreation, activities, RESPs, dental, medical and all of the other expenses really add up. The average cost of raising one child from birth to eighteen years of age is nearly $250k. That’s a lot of money. If you have ten kids, that cost is now up to a whopping 2.5 million! How do these families afford it? I realize that reality TV families are making money from their shows, but how do the rest of these big families without TV shows do it? I can’t even imagine what a grocery bill for one month must look like if there are 15 people in the house. I’d need to work around the clock to be able to even come close to affording that kind of life.

Sleep. I don’t get enough sleep. I haven’t slept through the night in over a year. My daughter rarely sleeps through the night and even if she does, I don’t because my bladder is permanently screwed up from pushing out a baby, meaning I wake up at least twice a night to pee. I have high hopes that by the time my daughter is two that she will be consistently sleeping through the night. I have to wonder though; how do the parents of these massive families get any sleep? Even after their kids go to bed there’s laundry, cleaning, paying bills and all of the other things you need to do to run a household. When do these people sleep? Or do they sleep at all?

Large families do seem like they have a lot of fun. I am sure that despite all of the people, laundry and lack of sleep that they somehow make it all work. I’m pretty confident in saying though, that ten kids is about eight too many for me. I like to think I can handle what life gives me but I am not sure if I could find enough wine to keep me sane if I had (and birthed) that many children!

So kudos, parents of big families! You are obviously rocking it and doing a great job. I’m sure I could learn a thing or two from you but I think I’d rather use that time sleeping!


Ex boyfriends and Canesten

Motherhood can be embarrassing. All shame goes out the window once you have a child. It usually starts in the delivery room, or at least it did for me. I went in with my hair and makeup done and thought that I was going to sneeze my baby out. At first I was so modest and tried to make sure that only medical staff could see what was happening ‘down there.’ After twelve hours of labour and 90 minutes of pushing, I wouldn’t have cared if Sidney Crosby was in the room, I just wanted the baby out! The makeup had melted off from sweating, my hair looked like a rat’s nest and 15 different people including my mother and maybe my best friend (though God love her, she’d never tell me otherwise) saw my hoo-hah and I didn’t give a shit.

And that’s where it all started. In the past year my daughter has exposed my breasts in the grocery store by pulling my shirt down as far as it could go, has lifted my dress up in line at the post office and has spit up on me in mysterious places. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I went out in public with spit-up down the back of my sweater or pants. Oh, not to mention I’ve leaked breast milk more times than I care to count.

But the ultimate embarrassment happened this past weekend. My daughter had these strange looking little marks on her arms and legs. At first I panicked and thought that they were tick bites. However, it turns out it was just ringworm. The name ringworm sounds disgusting because it implies you have worms, when in fact, you don’t at all. It’s just a skin condition caused by fungus that is particularly common in the summer as the weather tends to be humid and allows for the fungus to grow and spread at a quicker pace. So anyway, ringworm is not a big deal. I was told that I just needed to get an anti-fungal cream to put on the ringworm twice a day and it would heal within a week. I was also told that it is highly contagious and is passed through skin on skin contact and there was a pretty good chance I would get it too.

So, I set off to get the cream. Do you know what is recommended as an anti-fungal cream? Canesten or Vagisil. As in, the stuff you use for a yeast infection. Awesome. I joked to my friend over a facebook message before I headed out to buy it and said “I hope there aren’t any cute young guys on cash. It would suck to be checked out by a little hottie while I’m buying Canesten.”

I should also mention that it was hot as hell outside. Even though it was in the evening it was still around 28 degrees (Celsius). I was hot, sweaty and had on yoga pants and a t-shirt that had spit-up on it. My makeup had pretty much melted and smeared at that point and my hair was damp and frizzy from the sweat. I said out loud while I was driving “I cannot wait to get home and take a cold shower.” Suddenly I felt itchy and I looked at my arm. Oh for fuck sakes, now I have ringworm too. Fantastic.

Once I arrived at the store, it seemed pretty dead. The parking lot only had a few cars and I was able to get a front spot. I quickly checked the cashier situation once I got through the front doors and noticed it was all women working, which was a bonus.

I headed off to the pharmacy section and quickly looked for a tube of Canesten. It took me a few minutes to find it and as I was looking for it I noticed a sunglasses display that had a mirror on it. I caught a glimpse of myself and almost burst out laughing. I was an absolute mess. There were black rings under my eyes, my skin was blotchy, my hair was frizzed to the max and I had on sweaty clothes. I suddenly couldn’t wait to get out of there so I could get home and shower.

So, I head off with my tube of Canesten and start walking towards the cash. I noticed a guy out of the corner of my eye that looked familiar but I tried to avoid eye contact. I really didn’t want to be seen by anyone. Too late. “Katie??” a male voice said.

I paused. Do I answer or do I ignore? The store isn’t that big and if I ignore I will look like a huge bitch. I turned and looked, and there was my ex-boyfriend. He was standing there with a full shopping cart and of course he looked great.

“It’s been forever!” he exclaimed “how are you?”

Um, how am I? I’m hot, I’m sweaty and I’m standing in a store with a tube of Canesten in my hand. How do you think I’m doing right now???

“Oh, I’m great. Just out and about picking up a few things.”

Dumbass! You aren’t picking up a few things. You’re picking up one thing. And it’s the only goddamn thing you have in your hand. A tube of Canesten!

He smiled and said “So, how have you been? I heard you had a baby?” At this point I’m still not sure if he noticed the Canesten, so I just nod and said “Yup, a little girl, she just turned one.” I realized I hadn’t asked how he was so I said “how’s everything with you?”

Before he could answer an amazingly gorgeous brunette walked up next to him. He turned and looked at her and said “Well this is my wife.”

Of course it is. Of course the prettiest woman in here is your wife. With her manicured nails, flawless makeup and perfect hair. And I’m just standing here sweating my balls off with a tube of Canesten in my hand.

She was super sweet and said hello and that’s when I realized that my ex had noticed what was in my hand. He looked at it and his eyes lingered and then he looked away. I wanted to blurt out “It’s not a yeast infection!! It’s ringworm!!” Except I’m not exactly sure how much better ringworm sounds than a yeast infection. Especially if someone doesn`t know what ringworm is and thinks that I actually have worms.

I quickly ended the conversation. I had to get the fuck out of there. I paid for the Canesten and practically ran to my car. Once I got inside I turned it on, locked the doors and blasted the air conditioning and started to laugh.

Oh my God. Only me. Only my life. I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror and started to laugh even harder. I was a hot mess. I think I looked prettier after giving birth than I did in that moment.

Dear ex-byofriend; if you are reading this, you know who you are. I’m not sure if in that moment if you wondered if I had a yeast infection or ringworm? I don’t think one condition is more desirable than the other, but nonetheless, it was ringworm!

I hope I gave your evening a little bit of laughter and mystery. Despite all of the embarrassment, it’s the funniest thing that’s happened to me in months! Motherhood is full of surprises. Sometimes it’s good ones, like baby snuggles or your child saying ‘mama’ and sometimes it’s shitty surprises like leaky boobs and ringworm. And I can guarantee to anyone who is reading this that life will arrange for the good ones to happen when there isn’t another soul around and for the shitty ones to happen in the public eye.

After moments like that I am especially grateful for two things: chocolate and wine!

Not your average mom

I’ve always felt very average. Nothing about me has ever been stand-out. I have an average appearance, an average job, and a seemingly average life. I always wished I could be more, but it seemed like no matter how hard I tried I always fell just short.

When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter, I was ecstatic. I always wanted to be a mom and all of my dreams were going to come true. Except that, I was going to be a single mom. That made me feel less than average. Like I had somehow failed both myself and my daughter.

When my daughter was born, I made her a promise. I promised that she would always have everything she ever wanted or needed. That despite being a single mother, I would make sure she had an incredible life and that she would never go without because I couldn’t give her a traditional family.

The first few months of being a single mom were so tough. I remember crying because I was so exhausted. Wishing and begging for just three hours of uninterrupted sleep. I didn’t feel average at all in those moments. I felt less than average, I felt like a massive failure. I felt like I couldn’t figure anything out and that my daughter and I would have to live with my parents forever because how does a single mom buy a house on her own?

Out of the blue, an opportunity was presented to me. I was given a chance to take a job, and it was going to pay really well. The problem though, was that I was going to have to cut my maternity leave short. How could I do it? I feel so blessed to live in Canada and be able to have a year for maternity leave. The first year of a child’s life is so important, and I didn’t want to miss any of my daughter’s special moments.

I lay in bed one night, wondering what was the right thing to do? My eyes filled with tears because I wondered if my daughter would forget that I was her mother if I wasn’t with her all of the time. I asked God for a sign. Something to tell me that taking that job was the right decision.

I got up and watched my daughter sleep in her crib. She looked so peaceful and angelic. I so badly wanted to give her the life she deserved. I never wanted her to go without. And that was my sign. Looking at her, I could see our future and knew that taking the job was the right thing to do.

I took the job, and it was the hardest and best decision I have ever made. Leaving my baby was tough, but coming home at the end of every day and seeing her smile and reach for me and say my name completely melted my heart. It made me treasure every moment with her and appreciate the time we get to spend together even more. And she never forgot I was her mother. ‘Mama’ was her first word.  I cried when she said it. She looked right at me and said it loud and clear, and then gave me a little toothless grin. In that moment, I knew that everything was going to be okay and that creating a better future for the two of us was exactly what I needed to be doing.

Fast-forward to my daughters first birthday. She turns one tomorrow. I am in better financial shape that I have ever been. I saved a pretty big down payment for a house completely on my own, and am hoping to buy a house for her and I in the very near future.

I am average in a lot of ways, but not when it comes to being a mom. I proved to myself that I can do anything I set my mind and heart on. Yes, there were many sleepless nights and there were days when I went to work with less than two hours of sleep. I made lots of other sacrifices too, but they were all so worth it.

I hope that one day my daughter can look back and see that hard work and determination pay off. I hope she can look at me and see that her mom is average in a lot of ways, but that when it comes to loving her and providing for her, that I am more than average. I am a super-mom when it comes to my daughter. It isn’t always easy, but it’s always worth it.

What I’ve Learned

As my daughter approaches her first birthday, I have started thinking about motherhood and all of the things it has taught me. I knew before I had her that I would learn new things about myself and life in general, but some of the thing I learned really surprised me. I thought before I gave birth that I was completely prepared to have a child. Little did I know, that giving birth is the easy part! Raising a child is damn hard work and can be completely overwhelming at times.

This past year has been an absolute blur. It had a funny habit of standing completely still and moving at the speed of light..all at the same time!

In the past year, I’ve learned that…

  • Projective vomit is a real (and disgusting) thing.
  • Five hours of uninterrupted sleep is heavenly.
  • Poop can be explosive and can travel distances.
  • Having a baby sleep in your arms can make everything in the world seem right.
  • Lack of sleep can make anyone go a little crazy.
  • It’s okay to ask for help and it doesn’t make anyone any less of a parent for needing it.
  • It’s perfectly normal to check on your baby as they nap to make sure they are still breathing.
  • Hair, makeup, clothing and appearance don’t matter very much during the first few months of your child’s life.
  • I will sacrifice anything for myself to make sure my daughter has everything she needs. Even if it means that I have to go weeks or months on end with barely any sleep.
  • A lot of people think they are experts on babies. Trust your instincts and do what you think is best for the situation.
  • Colic is normal and happens to nearly every baby.
  • There is no such thing as taking too many pictures.
  • I can do more in the three hours than I used to be able to do in an entire day.
  • Grandparents are amazing. You learn to love your own parents in new ways as they become a part of your child’s life.
  • Giving birth is really not that scary. Call me crazy, but I enjoyed the experience.
  • No matter how many books you read, nothing can prepare you for having a child, other than having a child.
  • Babies put EVERYTHING in their mouth. It doesn’t matter if it’s food, lint, shoes or doggie treats. It all goes directly to the mouth.
  • Toys are a waste of money. My daughter’s favorite ‘toy’ is an empty Pepsi bottle. She will chase it around like a little puppy dog for hours.
  • Chaos is normal. Messy is normal. My inner neat freak had to come to terms with this and accept it. Because nothing is ever organized anymore.
  • It only takes a few days after giving birth to get over the grossness of poopy diapers.
  • The bathroom can become your sanctuary and escape, even if it’s only for ten minutes at a time.
  • But once your child starts walking, forget it. The bathroom becomes public domain and you will pee, poop and shower with an audience.
  • The car can become your best friend when you have a baby who won’t sleep. You’ll burn through a tank of gas in hopes that your little one will finally pass out.
  • You will become a multi-tasker extraordinaire once you become a parent. If you thought you were good at it pre-child, you’ll surprise yourself and see that you were actually just mediocre.
  • It’s okay to cry. Sometimes we get overwhelmed, tired, frustrated and second guess ourselves. Crying does not make you a bad parent.
  • Breastfeeding is great, but you aren’t a failure if it doesn’t work for you.
  • No matter how hard it is or how bad of a day you had, watching your baby sleep will fill your heart with so much love.
  • There is not a contest for losing baby weight. It doesn’t matter if it takes 2 months, a year, two years or if it never happens. You are more than your body.
  • Take time for yourself now and then, it’s okay to have a few hours baby-free.
  • You’ll love more fiercely, deeply, strongly and passionately than you ever thought possible. The first time you look at your baby, you’ll believe in love at first sight. Being a parent is a gift and one that you’ll treasure every single day. It’s not always easy, but it’s ALWAYS worth it!