I only have two regrets about telling my postpartum horror story on Episode 11 of ‘Storytime Hour with Erica & Jolenta’ 1) I failed to mention the messages my friends Paul and Rick left on my answering machine to and from my...READ MORE
I feel like I’m living with a tiny Jewish mother when it comes to my 5 year-old daughter.
Not that I have a Jewish mother and I don’t mean to stereotype, but as long as I’ve been on this earth, there have been countless times that I’ve heard that Jewish mothers have taken guilt to an art form. READ MORE
I have achieved a phase in my life during which I cannot have an adult conversation in my own home without being interrupted by a small person who feels that whatever they have to say or request is much more important than the conversation I am currently having.
These interruptions typically consist of a long-winded explanation of a recent television commercial for a must-have product (“Have you ever heard of moon sand?”), a veiled attempt to pressure me into purchasing said product (“I think YOU would really like moon sand, Mom”), a random fact about a Guinness world record involving something disgusting (“Did you know the longest fingernails ever were three feet long?”) or a loud request for assistance in the bathroom (“CAN YOU HELP ME WIPE!?”). READ MORE
Every parent looks forward to when their children go to bed and there’s “peace and quiet” restored to the house.
This morning, I was abruptly woken at 5 a.m. by the sound of…..silence. Complete and deafening silence. No sound machines playing, no electrical whirs, no video monitors showing sleeping kids. Just complete darkness and silence.
As it turns out, our entire neighborhood lost power, but in those first few seconds of total silence, there was panic. Panic that something was wrong or one of the kids had done something (this would not be a first time that one of my kids has pulled something in the middle of the night). READ MORE