’Tis the season for me to get tangled in my vicious web of lies. Forget the decking of the halls, the jingling of the bells and the never-ending perseverance of a red-nosed reindeer, because it’s all lost on me. I am utterly and totally consumed with digging myself out of this self-made hole – the … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
It’s very convenient to have a member of the family that doesn’t say more than 15-20 one to two-syllable words. I realized this on the ever-dreaded holiday of Halloween. My little ladybug and my Gambit (an X-Men character) went parading through the neighborhood collecting goodies and items that would undoubtedly lead to higher dental bills … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
Family outings are much like a traveling circus. First and foremost, my family closely resembles a group of clowns in preparation for whatever outing, running around and gathering items for every possible scenario that is seldom likely to take place, but will on the one occasion that you don’t remember to bring the emergency items. … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
I am not good at all at affection. Hugs, kisses and “I love you’s” generally make me cringe with panic and send me into a hyperventilating tailspin. I can’t say why this is with any certainty, but I am sure some high-paid shrink would like to delve into my childhood and analyze my dreams, but … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
I’ll never step out of my door one day and be greeted by a swarm of camera-flashing mothers and be followed all day, in and out of my mundane errands because I have been touted “Mother of the Year.” I don’t think this is possible even in my wildest dreams. If anything, I fear that … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
’Tis the season for me to get tangled in my vicious web of lies. Forget the decking of the halls, the jingling of the bells and the never-ending perseverance of a red-nosed reindeer, because it’s all lost on me. I am utterly and totally consumed with digging myself out of this self-made hole – the … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
It’s very convenient to have a member of the family that doesn’t say more than 15-20 one to two-syllable words. I realized this on the ever-dreaded holiday of Halloween. My little ladybug and my Gambit (an X-Men character) went parading through the neighborhood collecting goodies and items that would undoubtedly lead to higher dental bills … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
Family outings are much like a traveling circus. First and foremost, my family closely resembles a group of clowns in preparation for whatever outing, running around and gathering items for every possible scenario that is seldom likely to take place, but will on the one occasion that you don’t remember to bring the emergency items. … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
I am not good at all at affection. Hugs, kisses and “I love you’s” generally make me cringe with panic and send me into a hyperventilating tailspin. I can’t say why this is with any certainty, but I am sure some high-paid shrink would like to delve into my childhood and analyze my dreams, but … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
I’ll never step out of my door one day and be greeted by a swarm of camera-flashing mothers and be followed all day, in and out of my mundane errands because I have been touted “Mother of the Year.” I don’t think this is possible even in my wildest dreams. If anything, I fear that … Continue Reading
bad mommy confessions, XYZ blogs
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