modernmamaz

I was spanked as a child. I wasn’t beaten, I wasn’t thrown around. I was laid over my fathers knee and would get a couple of good wallops. It wasn’t done excessively, only on an as-needed basis. For me, that “as-needed” would come around much more often than it would my sister. One of the small burdens of being too much like my mother. The point is, I wasn’t traumatized. I didn’t feel abused. I felt as though I deserved it and, looking back as an adult -- I did. I don’t like spanking my kids. In fact, I usually give them numerous chances and warnings to straighten out the problem before I do.  Read more >

As the mother of a child with severe ADHD, being the recipient of constant judgment is something that I am familiar with.  My oldest son suffers with this disorder to the extent that he often has trouble controlling his own body movements.  Simply walking from one room to another without falling or getting sidetracked proves to be an almost impossible task, one that you and I take for granted.Other parents question my decisions on an almost daily basis, they question the love I have for my child.  The truth is, so do I.  Read more >

Are there specific rules set up for TV watching in your house? While I try and limit the amount of TV my kids watch, it surprised me to find out that its not as easy as simply pushing the power button. Once the decision was made to drastically cut back on tube time, several other factors surfaced once the screen went black.  Read more >

Are you ready?  I am.  My metal armor is at the dry cleaners as we speak, actually.  Along with the 4 down jackets, stocking cap, and 3 pairs of wool socks that I have to wear in order to bear the 4 am winter morning here in Idaho.  Yes, I am aware that I said "stocking cap" and yes, I am aware that calling it that is so, like, 20 years ago.  Its a tradition for us, my sister and I team up and go out every year.  We have a routine, a strategy.  Thanksgiving day, we each grab a newspaper and mark all of the items we are after.  We then compare  Read more >

Just as you were beginning to think that someone fed me a big bag of chocolate chip cookies and a jar of peanut butter in trade for never posting another I’m-pregnant-and-I-want-to-poke-your-eyes-out article again, I remembered that I’m pregnant and I want to poke your eyes out. That is, if you’re the lady at the store last week who snarled at me in disgust over the jelly donut on my face. Well, we’re in the home stretch now, my dear friends.  Read more >