Today I was driving by a high-school just after 3:30pm. All of the students have to be out of the school by 3:30pm due to Covid protocol. There was a group of about 10-15 kids standing in a small group talking and laughing together, on the sidewalk, in front of the school. I am pretty sure they were not waiting for their bus (because of where they were standing) and I am also fairly certain all these kids were not in the same “cohort”. A year ago I would not have given thi

I became a parent 5.5 years ago. The timing is important for the purposes of this piece, because, well, a lot has happened since I first experienced the responsibility of someone else’s life. A “new wave” of feminism began in the last decade—yup, this is extremely critical to the story of my experience. Women’s rights have come into question or been re-questioned in all parts of the world including in the great country of Canada (thanks politicians). Also in that time, I have

I was cleaning bottles and pump attachments in 2016 for the zillionth time. She was washing dishes. I was overtired, cranky, over-burdened with the minute annoying tasks of parenting a baby, completely unable to crack a smile at the time, she was being patient, wise, and non-judgemental. Because that's who she was, even when it was really hard and people really sucked. And as I finished what I was doing I said "ugh, I can't wait until this craziness is over, constantly pumpin

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

When my oldest daughter was born, I took motherhood by the reins and charged full speed ahead. One day later, I was burnt out, exhausted, my boobs hurt, and I had no idea what I was doing. She was crying, disappointed it seemed that I didn’t have the situation under control. Coming off my second mat leave I look forward to going back to work. I think I have a better balance now of where I need to be and what is expected of me at both work and at home. It’s always hard to pass

* A re-post, as a reminder that nothing in parenting goes by the book!!!! New moms, this one’s for you. My 9 month old, he doesn’t crawl. He slithers. He uses one leg to push him along and the other to steer. I don’t remember, or care, what my first son did at 9 months. I care that my younger guy gets himself around, is happy, and just pulled himself up to stand a couple of weeks ago on the ottoman. Way to go little buddy! I can tell you though, there was extreme anxiety abou

Well this is a controversial topic isn’t it? I honestly didn’t know just how strongly people felt about this until about a year ago when we were trying to decide what to do for our son. It seems as though there is no “grey area” when it comes to circumcision; people believe strongly one way or the other, they are either for or against. They are passionate in their convictions and conversations regarding circumcision can get quite heated very quickly if two people happen to

If you follow my posts, you'll notice a bit of a common thread: I think I'm doing a real shit job most of the time. I deal with a lot of mom guilt, that's probably my go-to emotional state. I feel guilty about EVERYTHING. I don't forgive myself easily and I have a hard time getting over the "bad". If this were a movie, we would cut back to the scenes from two years ago where I was at my wits' end with my first son and throwing him into his bed 4-5 times a day because of his i

I’m sitting on my couch crying right now, because I’m the worst mother, ever. I yelled at my four year old this morning at the park because despite me asking 14 times, he wouldn’t let his brother on the swing he was on, and finally pushed his 2 year old brother, making him cry. So I yelled in public at my son. I’m the worst mother, ever. I have only a few days with my kids that are truly “ours”, where the pressures of my job don’t intrude on our precious hours as a little cla

The other day, I was picking out clothes for my oldest daughter to wear to school, and as I reached for a pair of tights she quickly said to me, “No Mommy, I can’t wear tights, my thighs are too big and they don’t look good on me.” ……… WTF????? My mind was blown! How is it that my beautiful, strong, healthy, smart, funny, and vibrant little girl could possibly feel this way? How can she not look in the mirror and see just how perfect she is? How on earth does an 8 year ol