Things don't go as planned. I'm living proof. At 18, I had my heart set on getting married at 23 and having my first child at 25. Boy was I in for a treat when I was just a month into being 19 and a bun in the oven. Flash forward to 23, I was… Continue reading 5 Year Plan.
We’ve all been a part of a team where an individual carried the workload to meet a deadline with success. That struggle only lasts a few days, maybe weeks. The struggle of raising a child as a single parent lasts for over 18 years. I’m 25 and still seeking help from mom. Now, some years… Continue reading Single Parent Struggles.
D-A-T-I-N-G. It's one of those things better not said out loud. You know when you're around your kids and you need to spell out bedtime because it's worse than dropping the 'F' bomb? This is the equivalence of bedtime for adults. How many articles have you read related to dating? Do you know how many… Continue reading D-A-T-I-N-G
The people it is socially acceptable to text fifty times in a row.
I’m pregnant! –an exclamation point, can be communicated with excitement or sadness/panic/concern. Unfortunately, at 19, I knew it wouldn’t be with excitement. The first person, outside of Sofia’s father, who had the pleasure of witnessing the tears of a nineteen-year-old was my aunt. By aunt, I mean family friend who happened to be neighbor and… Continue reading Sharing the News
Parenting is the hardest thing to do but the easiest thing to criticize. For the most part, most of us do what we feel is best for our children - vaccinating/not vaccinating, private/public school, organic/not so organic food (see what I did there). Parenting is like politics, it's not something you bring up at the… Continue reading Guilt
May 27, 2011 was the day I found myself starring at a faint line and a solid line. According to the manual, that meant I was pregnant. But my gut already knew that. Although I blamed my missed period on the stress of freshman year finals, it was really that time in April we didn’t… Continue reading The Results