All summer long, I looked forward to my maternity leave. Now that it’s over, I’ve decided that this working mother stuff is for the birds.
Breastfeeding isn’t as easy as some bitches make it look. Kidding aside, it is harder than it seems, and feelings toward it can be complicated.
We’ve all seen them: new mothers who look like crap in public. I pitied them, thinking they should really take more time for themselves. What the hell was I thinking?
Since Mom writes about me all the time, I thought I’d try my hand (paw?) at writing — and tell everyone what this new baby is like, from my (the dog’s) perspective.
When screaming babies, stressful car trips, and a house filled with the aroma of poop are all front and center in your mind, it’s easy to forget just how good you have it.
A stop at a roadside convenience store got me thinking: how many times have I unknowingly been insensitive to the needs of new (or experienced) moms around me?