Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or [...]
I was really grumpy today.
The Man is in his fourth week of mandatory overtime, and I’m very very tired of him being very very tired and us having no time together, but that wasn’t why I was grumpy.
The kid has entered the most aggravating contrarian phase, where he automatically disagrees with whatever we say, even [...]
Living room, 11:45pm, Friday night
I’m sitting up, bleeding, supposedly trying to work but really just letting myself be distracted by the sundry wonders of the internet, yawning and unfocused and unmotivated, wondering why when my brain was so bubbly and productive just a few days ago it now feels blanker than [...]
If you aren’t acting with compassion where you wish you were — with yourself, your child, your spouse, your family — forgive yourself.
If you can’t forgive yourself for not acting with compassion, forgive yourself for not forgiving yourself.
If you can’t forgive yourself for not forgiving yourself, forgive yourself for that.
Start somewhere. Start now. Wherever you [...]
Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on [...]
I hate this question. I really, really hate this question. And as a massage therapy student, I get it fairly regularly, even among my “progressive”/”crunchy” friend set. I also hear from prospective massage students that this is a question they get bombarded with from skeptical people.
Here’s why I hate it:
It assumes there’s such a thing [...]
Annie of PhD in Parenting is, in a role reversal, spending the summer as a SAHM while her family is in Berlin, Germany. Her daughter, almost the same age as the Boychick, is being very much a three year old in a new environment in an unfamiliar situation. Annie writes about it in Age three: [...]
This post is written for inclusion in the Carnival of Gentle Discipline hosted by Paige @ Baby Dust Diaries. All week, April 26-30, we will be featuring essays about non-punitive discipline. See the bottom of this post for more information.
Here is what I do not do: I do not spank the Boychick. I [...]
I wrote this in response to one of the Carnival of Natural Parenting posts (Seeking Patience by Earth Mama), who asked:
My children are healthy, well adjusted and happily bonded to us but they are still children. They are still experiencing all the aches and pains that come from the process of growing up. They have [...]
My breasts ache.
The Boychick hadn’t nursed in two weeks, then asked for milk again one morning. He latched on for half a minute each side, as much as I could stand, as little as I could stand to offer him.
I thought that was why my breasts were aching.
Might it be…? It couldn’t be. I’m sure [...]