This was originally published on 10/29/2010, with the title, “i cried.” It was written by my husband, Robb. We had just had an ultrasound that showed the heart beat of our 3rd pregnancy, which would become our first child. This little flicker turned into our Henry. He’s turning seven years old this week. I can still …
Here’s the ugly truth. I’m not sure I should have been a parent. I worked SO hard to get the kids we have, and now I’m fucking it all up. I’m not very good at it. I get really, really angry and frustrated, I’m not patient, I get bored easily, I get crazy annoyed by …
Girls and women are taught that their sacrifice is the ultimate sign of character. Doing for others, anticipating others’ needs, supporting all the parts of all the people…you can never really give too much. Also, part of the love language that many women use is worry. We fret, therefore, we care. I lived …
It’s been 2 years since my husband’s mid-life crisis culminated in a vegan ice cream business and we halved our income and decided to run a start-up business together. The kids are now 2 years older. They’re not very old now, which means they were really not very old then. It’s been a long, weird …
Edited: This used to be called “The Lies….to Join Our Cult,” but in light of recent (more) news of actual cults where women are luring other women in to be sex slaves and other horrifying things, we here at Big Trouble feel it important to note that this is not that. NOT that kind of …
It’s recently come to my attention that Robb and I are dumb naive suckers. By that, I mean, that we have no idea what’s coming next with parenting our kids, as they go from being toddlers/little kids, to adolescents. We’re 100% unprepared for this evolution. We’ve been known to laugh at people who …
Michigan, You are so beautiful, and I am honored to call you home. Your dynamic seasons and lakes of abundance make you one of a kind state in this nation. And, also, you can kiss my ice cold, pale, white, ass. See, I recently traveled to NOT MICHIGAN and I realized, that while you boast …
I haven’t been writing, because I haven’t known what to say. It’s been a long winter. So much has happened to our people, so much pain. It’s been there all along, of course, but it doesn’t change the shock of it when it rears up again. Each time. Each new shock. I’ve gone …
You’ve done it all. Built every LEGO landscape, PLAY-DOH’d till your hands ached, and watched your entire movie collection 9 times. Now you’re desperate. This is DEF CON 1 parenting. Some ideas for survival: Just let them eat the Play-Doh. What does it matter? They really want to, and since you can’t show them sunshine, …
Oh, my poor kids get all my baggage. All my human-ness, just spilling out on them over my thin veil of parentatude. I sobbed when putting the 4 y/o to bed tonight, because she’s kind of a dick, and she hit me when she wasn’t getting her way. I had tears that needed to come. …