11 Ways Motherhood is Agonizing (And I Don’t Mean Labor)

Share0 Share +10 Tweet0 Pin0 Do you remember how it felt?That fear as the countdown to the most joy and possibly the most pain you’ve ever felt approaches. You can’t help but be apprehensive.With my son, I basically went drug-free. 18 hours of labor and yes, it did hurt. But with my daughter, I had an epidural. What a difference.But there’s something no one tells you. Being a mom is agonizing, too.And there’s no epidural for motherhood.You can call it a mother’s hormones,[Read more]

Interview with a Mother: Autumn Lindsey

I thought I was alone. Of course, I knew there were other moms who wrote just like me out there typing out there hearts while a child sat in her lap. But I didn’t there was another mother trying to help writing moms. Not only that, but we had a proper name.  Writer Moms. She changed my mind with this. Helped me realize that writer moms are not alone, not even in the area of helping them. She has a Facebook group, like[Read more]

How to use Your 10 Minute Shower Oasis to Write Better

Photo by Noah Buscher on UnsplashIs this you?The heat turns your skin red as you wash away something sticky from your hair. Snot? Honey?Sure, we’ll go with honey.The water streams down caressing your body, massaging the knotted muscles in your shoulders and neck.You groan.After only ten minutes you turn off your spa and step out. The hum of the water no longer drowns out the sound of your kids playing/screaming. Time to relieve husband of baby-duty and set him off[Read more]

What it’s Like When You are NOT a Sleeping Beauty Anymore

What would you do if you never had to sleep?I saw that question on Facebook and could only think of the endless possibilities no sleep would bring. How many books could you write with eight extra hours a day? (Well okay, maybe 5–7 for us moms.) Just think how clean the house would be. Or how good of a mood you would be in if you weren’t exhausted.But then I realized, moms who write don’t sleep that much, anyway.7:07 a.m.People[Read more]

On Fights, Forts and Stinky Diapers

FightsI gripped it tight in my hands and hit my little boy over the head.He giggled, so I smacked him again. My little stinker grabbed his own decorative couch pillow and chased me around the living room. The sound of his laugh made the winter night bright. My husband took the cream blanket, laid on the carpet and covered himself into a makeshift fort. My six-year-old son squealed with innocent joy but my daughter just looked up at me, confused until[Read more]