Mommy just wants to eat her food in peace. That's all.
Confessions: Pregnancy After Miscarriage Frightens Me
Although I focus on being positive, I find myself nervous to be pregnant again
Confessions: Sometimes I’d rather Cuddle With My New Baby Than My Husband
When we have children, whom do we choose– our husband or our child? Do we really have to choose?
Confessions: Every Now And Then I Take An “Ugly” Day
Mommy is not here today. Say no to makeup, hair and getting dressed altogether. Nothing about this day is pretty… well, except for the fact that I can do whatever I want, which is nothing at all.
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Confession: PJ Masks
03-10-2019
Woodland Hills, CA
Submitted by: Anonymous
I told my son PJ Masks went away because I just couldn’t watch the same episode for the 10000th time.
Confession: Toddler Love
02-15-2019
Silver Spring, MD
Submitted by: Anonymous
I just told my toddler I loved him and he replied with, "I farted on your hand."
Confession: Marie Kondo
02-09-2019
Studio City, CA
Submitted by: Lynn
Everyone is posting about Marie Kondo-ing their house and I'm over here like, "can someone please get this week's worth of laundry off the floor?"
Confession: Me Night
12-15-2018
Fullerton, CA
Submitted by: Anonymous
I get excited when my husband works late because that means I get to have a me night of takeout, reality tv, and face masks!
Confession: Car Instagram
11-13-2018
Silver Spring, MD
Submitted by: Anonymous
I sat in my parked car for an extra 20 minutes so I could scroll through Instagram in peace.
Confession: Book Cleaning
10-16-2018
Arlington, VA
Submitted by: Anonymous
I told my son his favorite bedtime book was being cleaned tonight so I wouldn’t have to read it again.
Confession: Hoarding Cookies
10-08-2018
Washington, DC
Submitted by: Anonymous
I tell my daughter she can pick one cookie. Meanwhile, I’m hoarding 3 in my pocket to eat when she’s not looking.
Confession: Notes
10-02-2018
Brooklyn, NY
Submitted by: Mona
Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing a great job as mom because I’m not working a full time job and my wreath business isn’t where it should be at. So when I get notes from my kids' school saying how good of a parent I am, I just smile and say, "you got this girl now keep doing what you been doing."
Confession: Peaceful Number Two
08-28-2018
Phoenix, AZ
Submitted by: Vanessa
I miss being able to go #2 in peace/by myself without my toddler staring up at me saying, "poooooooo"
Confession: Secret Day Off
08-28-2018
Washington DC
Submitted by: Anonymous
At least once a month I will take a day off during the week, but I won't tell my kids.
I will still get dressed like I'm going to work, and even pack "my lunch." After I drop them off at school I go back home for some mommy time.
I hate to lie to my kids, but whenever I'm off someone always "gets sick" at school.
Confession: Game Time
08-24-2018
Houston, TX
Submitted by: Jacqueline
Sometimes, I’d make my kids go to sleep early so I can play their video games. 🤣😂🤣😂🤣
Confession: Bedtime Story
07-30-2018
Chicago, IL
Submitted by: Tracee
At bedtime I read one story, word for word with cute little voices while being very animated.
Of course she's not sleepy yet, so she asks me to read another.
This time I skip words, paragraphs, and pages....THE END AND GOODNIGHT!
Confession: Art Umbrella
08-05-2018
Gaithersburg, MD
Submitted by: Anonymous
I used my son's art project as an umbrella
Confession: Wrong Time
08-01-2018
Norfolk, VA
Submitted by: Diamond
Sometimes I tell my kids it's the wrong time so they go to bed earlier
Confession: Happy Hour
07-30-2018
Centennial, CO
Submitted by: Tiff
I frequently miss my single, childless self and leave my daughter at after care longer so I can go to happy hour.