One morning I woke up, made a cup of coffee, and drank it to the bottom while checking my email—uninterrupted. I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.
All the perfectly designed nurseries I saw on Instagram twisted my perception of reality and whether I was a good-enough mom.
My daughter and I both know I'm not the same as other moms. But there are still good days with chronic pain and illness, and this is how we cope.
While I love my boys with a depth and passion I didn’t know was possible before I became a parent, I would never be a stay-at-home mom.
When I tell people I actually enjoy being a stay-at-home-mom, they don’t believe me.
