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Texting as a stay-at-home mom
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Texts Only a Stay-at-Home Mom Could Send

During the summer, I am a stay-at-home mom. I also flirt with SAHM-ing during the school year because I only work outside the house 2.5 days per week (which, sidebar – is the exact amount of time all human beings should be required to work.) and spend the other 4.5 days…

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How to help a child with OCD
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How to Help a Child with Anxiety: How My Mom Saved MeFeatured

Due to being a major scaredy-cat in the past (and sometimes still…) this post about how to help a child with anxiety originally ran as a contribution to another website, written under a pseudonym. Some edits have been made. “You have a collect call from… I cheated on my social studies test. I…

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What Gravedigger Taught Me About Living Life

I went to a monster truck rally yesterday. Do you hear me snooty, New England upbringing? I said, “I WENT TO A MONSTER TRUCK RALLY YESTERDAY!” Of course, despite my overwhelming excitement for the glory that is seeing Gravedigger in the flesh, I still wasn’t quite able to pull off resembling anything…

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Motherhood Handbook: Part I, Phase I

It’s 8:45. I’ve only been awake for about two hours, thanks to my husband’s brilliant idea to take the nightlight out of our sons’ bedroom (who knew that was the source of their penchants for early mornings?), but I’ve already completed Part I, Phase I of the “Snow Day Morning” section of…

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Day 1,950: It’s a Jungle Out There

Day 1,950.   I open my eyes in the bleary light of the early morning dawn. All is still. I am thankful for the new morning, but tremble at what this day may bring. Another dislocated joint? My sustenance strewn on the ground and wasted before I am able to…

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Kelly Bandas: What’s in my (Diaper) Bag?

I love trashy magazines. You know, the good kind of trashy magazines: UsWeekly, Life&Style, InTouch. The kind of trashy magazines that take care to remind me that celebrities are “just like us”, while simultaneously making my life seem cheap, boring and fat. Totally worth the $3.95. Despite all they do to break down my personal sense…

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