It’s hard being a mom. Talking about it shouldn’t be harder. Mom’s are hard on themselves. We compare, we judge, and we examine all before we get out of bed in the morning. But these times are the hardest parenting years in my life and it doesn’t help that the world just so happens to be falling apart at the same time. What I’m trying to say is, we need each other. Enough comparing, enough judging, and enough examining. How about we just love one another and be kind? Stay positive. Stay kind. Love, Jes
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What should we call February?
I once had a second-grade student wise beyond his years tell me that Tuesday was the “armpit of the week”. I chuckle even as I write this. Perhaps that’s what February is…the armpit of the year. Hear me out. Once we come down from the climax of the holidays, January can sometimes bring the excitement…