When I had kids in my 30s, I immediately felt contempt for the so-called “sisterhood.” No one had prepared me for pregnancy and motherhood.
When I had kids in my 30s, I immediately felt contempt for the so-called “sisterhood.” No one had prepared me for pregnancy and motherhood.
Maybe you and I have different ideas of what qualifies as a “good” day.
When I go out to get a coffee or a manicure on a weekend while my husband stays at home with the kids to make pizza dough or go to a playground —
The day my baby stroller broke nearly broke me, too. One of our babysitters texted: "This just happened . . ." with three sad face emojis and a photo of my stroller, with the hinges completely detached from the wheels.
