Raising children after a divorce or separation can be complicated enough. But how do the dynamics change if you've left your husband for a woman? Candace Walsh and Laura André, the editors of Dear John, I Love Jane—a collection of essays by women who have left men for other woman—know a thing or two about the complexity of such a co-parenting arrangement.
Most of today’s moms have heard of "mommy juice." It’s a cute and clever way of describing the alcoholic beverages mothers enjoy while taking care of the wee ones. If you’ve spotted Mommy’s Time Out Wine at your liquor store, or are familiar with Stefanie Wilder Taylor’s book, Sippy Cups Are Not For Chardonnay, then you know how mainstream blending the daily tasks of motherhood with a few cocktails has become. As a former drinker and mother-to-be, I'm beginning to wonder how me and my newfound sober lifestyle will fit with moms who drink.
I am a stepmom. It's only been a short time and I'm still getting used to it. It's not easy. I didn't have children of my own when my husband and I got married, so my first experience parenting has been with his 7-year-old son. Discipline is hard for a parent to enforce, but how do you go about it when the child isn't your own?
It's difficult to keep your life in balance with so much going on around you. Who has time to be a sex kitten of a wife when you're auditioning for world's best mom, employee of the month and domestic goddess extraordinaire? (Forget keeping yourself happy, manicured and in shape.) Here are five tricks I've discovered to help me keep more balance in my life and give more attention to the things that matter most.
I have never felt sexier than I do now that I'm pregnant. From watching my belly grow bigger and bigger to the cleavage that I never thought possible. There is a lot of pressure out there for women to stay skinny, and the pregnant body is far from that. But this kind of messaging creates the image that a pregnant body is not a sexy body. I must beg to differ.
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At seven and a half months pregnant, I am awkward. I am tired. I am gassy. I am not, despite my husband's daily protests to the contrary, sexy. My libido is as MIA as my waistline, and although sometimes I feel like I should throw my husband a bone, I'm at the point where when it's bedtime, I have absolutely nothing left.
A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I discussed the issue that could eventually end our relationship. One of us wants a baby someday, and the other isn't so sure. My boyfriend knows he wants to be a dad. He's in his early thirties in New York City, which is like being 24 in any part of the country. Luckily, he's got decades of fertility ahead of him. The clock's not ticking yet. But it will. My clock's digital. Or maybe I can't tell time. All I know is that I don't know if I want kids. I'm great with them. I've wondered what it would be like to have a child with a few men I've dated. Yet I feel that many people have children out of a sense of obligation or for selfish reasons. I wouldn't consider it settling to be the cool aunt, instead of a mom.
After 23 years of marriage, my husband and I are no less interested in having frequent sex than we were 25 years ago. Which is sometimes a problem when you're living with two children who are no longer too young to understand the odd noises coming from their parents' room. The trick, of course, is to not get caught!
This month, I'm taking my first vacation alone since I got married. The primary emotion related to this should be excitement. Instead, I'm struggling with leaving my husband, leaving my baby and leaving my husband alone with the baby. When did a little "me" time start to seem so selfish? More importantly, how will I know what my husband is feeding our son?