Headphones & Hormones
They've outgrown the highchairs, they can't hear a word you say, and you don't know whose hormones are worse, yours or theirs. Here's my take on parenting teens as a perimenopausal single mom in 2025.
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Category: Highchairs and Headaches
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Every time I hear the theme song to that show Special Agent Oso, on the Disney Channel, I’m reminded of my nervous breakdown (or so it’s come to be known in my mind). It’s a silly little TV jingle but somehow serves as a painful reminder of a very difficult time in my life when…
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Little M lost his second tooth today, just a week or so after losing his first one. He’s only five, so I thought I had a little more time before I had to throw on my fairy wings and start trading pesos for pearly whites. But here I am, sifting through my purse for a…
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I really love it when people aren’t assholes. Let’s face it, people are assholes ALL THE TIME. Everywhere you go, you find asshole people doing asshole things in all different kinds of asshole ways, and you think to yourself, “wow, what assholes.” For example, when I’m trying to catch an elevator because I’m lugging around…
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There’s a war going on out there, ladies, and it ain’t a pretty one. Moms– awesome women who should always be united on the sippy cup front, who should stand together as one in all of the trials and tribulations of motherhood —are currently battling it out in a bitter feud so controversial that I…
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Who knows– maybe I’ll actually accomplish one or two? I will be wide awake when the ball drops. I will find a clever use for empty Play-Doh containers, large coffee cans, giant pretzel bins and paper towel rolls, instead of putting them away for “future craft projects” until they begin spilling out of my hall…
