Remember my post with a list of little things you can do to take care of yourself, even when you have zero minutes and maybe next to no help? Here it is: https://www.badmomscanada.com/single-post/2017/04/19/Taking-Care-of-1 Well, over the last year I decided to take that a step further – but it didn’t happen until I hit what I like to call, mama rock-bottom. I won’t go too much into detail about that rock bottom, but I will in another post, another time. The Bad Moms blog sta

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” It does, but it also flies no matter what you're doing. It flies when you’re having a horrible time, when you’re just in the daily grind, and when you’re looking forward to the next big thing! With the countdown to my firstborn going to J/K happening, I’m realizing just how fast time has indeed flown. I’m sad, and happy, all at the same time. These last two years have sped by, since my second baby was born, and I had several major life eve

With every negative parenting moment comes a thought about another mom who is probably better than me. I am not proud of the fact that I’ve caught myself comparing myself to other mom’s. How do I stack up in the mother of year race? It’s ridiculous and something I have endeavored to banish from my mind. And not only banish it, but banish the subconscious resentments or jealousy of other moms wins. Admit it, can anyone out there honestly say that they’ve never felt insecure wh

After I had my first baby, I lost myself. I forgot who I was. I stopped doing all of the things that made me me; all of the things that made me feel special and important. I was un-recognizable to myself. I don't know if there was some pre-programmed idea in my head that once you become a Mommy your children are the only things that matter; or if it was that I was too much of a control freak to be able to take a step back and let someone else be in charge for a while so t

It happened again last week. Someone asked what my kids were and I said I had two girls. “Are you going to try for a boy?” I consider myself a feminist. I’m all for gender equality. I don’t think females are superior to males, or males superior to females. I believe we are equal and should be treated as so. I know here, in Canada, we have come a long way when it comes to gender equality and basic human rights compared to many countries around the world, where females are give

Let’s be real. There’s nothing normal about suddenly becoming responsible for a tiny human and keeping it alive. The shock of it all took me by surprise. Nothing can really prepare you for motherhood. Especially when it’s your first time. There is so much that is unknown during pregnancy, labour, delivery, and those first few weeks and months that follow in ‘the trenches’. You don’t know how it’s all going to happen. You don’t know how you’re going to feel once your li

As I’ve recently documented, we’ve gone through a difficult milestone with our son at daycare. Quick recap is an unscheduled fire drill took place at his daycare and the startle factor of it traumatized him. So much so that for almost 2 weeks he wouldn’t leave the safety he felt at the front corner of the room at daycare, not even to eat or sleep. So for all that time he was spending his days watching all of the fun happen around him at daycare but was too anxious to particip

It was January 2015…and I was in hell. I rotated between rocking a screaming baby, trying to feed a screaming fussy baby and snipping at my young daughter. Lather, rinse, repeat. Seriously…..lather, rinse, repeat. Pile on top of that frigid Northern Ontario weather, a small business struggling to survive it, and you begin to get the picture. My husband and I were in a miserable place. Rendered miserable by the months of stress compounded by lack of sleep, stresses from both o

If you’re a mama reading this, you probably fit in to one of two categories; you had a wonderful experience with breastfeeding and you were sad when you had to wean your last baby off of the boob, or you had a horrible experience with breastfeeding and never want to think about another baby coming close to your boob again. I consider myself very lucky because I have actually experienced both of these polarized feelings towards breastfeeding and so I can understand and relate

Fast and furious: the best way to describe the way that my second daughter entered this world. It was a Monday and it was my due date, and I was anxiously awaiting my labour to begin. I don’t know about you, but I started getting antsy at about the 37 week mark; just generally uncomfortable and unhappy and really desperate for the baby to come out. Many of my friends happened to be due around the same time as me, and they had all had their babies already, which just downrig