The True Weight of Motherhood is the Unrelenting Expectations
It was already a rough evening, not unlike most evenings. The tween was upset that I was—gasp!—making him do his school work. The 6-year-old was…
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Moms Are Strong Enough To Carry the Mental Load—But Sometimes We Need To Set it Down
“You’re in charge of dinner,” I told my mom last night. I was just so tired. I recently started a new job and the learning curve was…
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I’ve Never Been Tired Like This Before
“Do either of you just feel physically and mentally drained?” a friend asked the other day in our long-standing three-way text. “Yep. And…
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This is the New Mental Load of Motherhood
Before the world ended, I was having a conversation with two moms at a nice restaurant. It was March 7th, to be precise. There was only one week left…
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To the Mom Carrying the Weight of the World: You’re Strong Enough
I’m writing this in the notes on my phone while my husband snores soundly beside me. It’s 1:54 AM. I should be sleeping, but instead, my…
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She Puts the House to Bed
It starts with putting her children to bed. She will doze off in their bed, snuggled close to her beloved little ones. She will wake up in about 20…
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My Mom Purse is Full, But So is My Heart
I have three children under the age of four. This was not entirely on purpose. The original plan was to have two, but the second one brought a twin…
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I Fear I’ve Lost Myself To Motherhood
I always wanted to be a mom. Heck, I think I played babies and house until I was a tween. After that it was babysitting. And then working with kids…
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You Carry the Weight of Your Family on Your Shoulders, Mama—Cry if You Want
It’s OK, momma. It’s OK to lock yourself in the bathroom and cry on the floor when it’s all just too much. It’s OK to go for a walk when you…
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Moms Are Tired Because Our Brains Never Stop
Night after night, it’s the same old song and dance. I lie in bed, tired, tossing and turning from side to side. Beside me, my husband (who I swear…
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