Yep. I’m a jerk. Oh and a bully, and I think I’m a better mother than you. And I proved I’m a jerk because I had the audacity to use a CURSE word in my comment on that post. I CURSED. Are you blushing? I’m a jerk. Apparently. I’m a jerk. If by jerk you [...]

This post isn’t about laundry, actually. But it’s going to start there. My (older) children are now so convinced that I am the all-seeing, all-knowing mother deity I claim to be that if the wrong clothes are sorted into their drawers, they will insist on wearing them anyway, because IT WAS IN MY DRAWER SO [...]

I was telling someone recently that raising a third baby is quite different from a first. You don’t tend to listen to advice-givers. You let the messages around you about how you should be (feeding/putting to sleep/carrying/birthing/whatever) parenting just slide off your back without a care in the world. Most of the time, you feel [...]