Tag: Frustrations

Just a rant – What I Don’t Understand About (some) Moms who Write

Bring on the sanctimommy gripes, the trolls, and the bullying. I just don’t care. This is my rant post today. As a mother who blogs… I dislike the momblogger moniker. Why momblogger? Why not just […]

Will I ever learn…

…that my child is extremely impressionable and that what I do and how I behave absolutely and directly influences what he then does and how he behaves. …that my yelling may seem like a great […]

Navigating the delicate waters of rewards and punishment

It began in the most mundanely boring and predictable way possible. As parents, we started punishing bad behavior with time outs and rewarding good behavior with praises, and even more hugs and kisses than we […]

Of lists and non-lists; to-dos, will-get-to-its, and one-days

I love making lists. For everything. Lately, however, I have avoided making lists but that experience is more like a mouse who sees cheese and is smart enough to realize that the cheese is purely […]

An open letter to my postpartum body

Inspired by Vonesai Muhaso ‘s Huffington Post piece by the same title as above, I decided to write my own letter to my postpartum body. Dear Post-Partum Body,

From “Buri nazar” and “Kina hora” to Baby sleep transitions, nap schedules, and CIO

Hmmm….so how are we doing with sleep these days? Good…is what I want to say because I believe it. The fear of course is that things could change any day as most things do with […]

I cried. Wasn’t the first time. Won’t be the last.

In my ongoing identity transition or should I more appropriately say, my frustrations with having to morph myself into a reluctant SAHM identity, I have many struggles. Daily. I am just not the stay at […]

Just one of those days

I am supremely exhausted today. I just put Baby E down for the night at 7:45 p.m. That baby has barely slept 2 hours all day today. How do people with multiple kids manage their […]

Embracing a SAHM identity (or not) (1) – To be continued…

Even as a young adult I knew categorically that I would never be a housewife. Myopically, being a housewife meant financial dependency, limited professional options, a uniquely multi-faced but seemingly one dimensional life, and a […]

“I guess I’m still fat!” – Post partum reality

Okay so I am a feminist. Have been for as long as I can remember. Even when I don’t remember being one or identifying myself as one, I was a feminist because of my long […]

Managing a toddler’s first big fever (Baby J)

J had his 15 months’ shots on Wednesday last week. He had the Dtap, Hib, and Hep A (third shot). In the past, he has never had any issues with shots. When he got his […]

I am a yeller

  I love my child so much that I don’t even have the words to describe the depth of that feeling and probably never will. There are occasions and life contexts when words, even the […]

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