Hey, you.
I’m looking at you, momma. I see you smiling that plastered-on smile to make everyone around you think you’re alright.
That you’ve got it all together.
That you’re feeling all “tight-and-right” about your momming skills.
Why Are My Kids So Effed Up?
Did you know I used to be a teacher? I taught 8th graders and I loved being in the classroom so much! I got out of teaching when I was on maternity leave with my youngest son. I was in denial most of my pregnancy with him about having to leave him at daycare after maternity leave was over, so I put off the daycare search until the last minute.
You can’t do that.
By the time I got my head together, all the daycares in our area had a waitlist, so I was pretty much screwed.
I spent the last few weeks of my pregnancy freaking right the eff out because the only “daycare” with availability was one of those places you see on the evening news, with crooked shutters and names that start with a K in klever - ahem, clever - ways. Ack!!
