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On Sleep Deprivation, That Rare Form of Torture

Mommy would slip into the dressing room at Macy’s or Bloomingdales or Saks or Penny’s with an armful of fancy dresses and pants suits and blouses and two tags in her fists — one that allowed her to bring in six items, and a second that made it so I could vouch for a half dozen more. And then she’d prop me up in the corner and, for what seemed like hours, she’d climb in and out of one outfit and then into the next, twirling and striking glorious poses that would make supermodel Tyra Banks take pause

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The Little Millionaire Next Door

There’s a lot of talk about Mom Guilt, how we need to let it go, love ourselves and just do the best we can.

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Sometimes Mom Guilt is Justified

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Diego and Dora and Olivia, Oh my! (How much TV watching goes on in your house?)

I have a confession to make. My husband and I aren't perfect; phew, I said it. And we're not exactly what you'd probably consider “conservative parents,” at least not in the traditional sense.

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Good Parents, Bad Habits

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Mom guilt: On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is yours?

I'm not a very observant mom. Actually, a better way to put that is: I am not observant AT ALL. I'm rarely the first person to notice if one of my kids has a bump or a scratch, and when I'm in the throes of dealing with a whiny, unhappy kid, it hardly ever occurs to me that he might not be feeling well.

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I have no idea. Do you?

I don’t mean to holler and yell like a banshee when my kids get out of line.

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Hello. My name is Denene Millner, and I’m a screamer.

Here's your context for today's post: Before kids, I was the person rolling her eyes and raising her eyebrows and sighing disapproving sighs around parents who could not control their children. On occasion, I am ashamed to say, I still do this. But Saturday, upon leaving a baby shower hours early in disgrace, I wanted to dive into the nearest confessional to atone for my years of judgment and haughtiness, because I HAVE BECOME THAT PARENT.

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Motherhood Karma

When Molly wakes up at 5:30 in the morning, she gets to take a nap two hours later. I don't

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Just One of My Losing Battles