I was parting my daughter’s hair when I saw IT. The panic-inducing, cringeworthy, disgusting little white teardrop strategically placed on a single strand of her hair. I froze in fear; said a silent prayer that it was only dandruff as I gently ran my fingers over it. I immediately flashed back to when my daughter was 2, and she got lice for the first time. I spent 2 days going through her hair. My back hurt, my fingers hurt, and I felt like I was going cross-eyed. I knew it would only be a matter of time before it happened again. Listen, I have an 11 year old boy. Even…
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I lost my Identity
I guess that’s what you call click bait. Kind of. Let me explain what that means. I am Stephanie. I used to be just Stephanie, an independent entity. Then I had kids. The majority of the time, I am answering to Mom. Then I got married (because my Mom says I do everything the hard way) and then I got a whole new identity as a wife, with a new last name to boot. I work full time, am a Quality Assurance Coordinator at a Surgical Supply Company. I let these titles consume me. I work very hard to be the best Wife, Mother, and Employee that I can. While…
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I’m a Bad Mom
People in my extended family constantly say, “You’re such a good Mom!” I always chuckle, and say thank you while the line – If you ONLY KNEW! – scrolls through my mind as though it were bright flashing sign right across my forehead. Sometimes, a thank you doesn’t make it out before the sarcastic, “I wish!” falls out of the flaps of my face. If I am being honest, I say this to myself at least once a day. Realistically, it’s probably at least 3 times a day, but I am trying not to beat myself up too much over this. As I sit here and reflect, I actually don’t…