Last year, my kindergarten-age son came home upset that he couldn't read a chapter book like his best friend. I was thrilled that he was ready, and the Biscuit books were right on target with his reading skills, according to his teacher. Turns out his friend was a full year older than he is. His parents had held him back a year -- a difficult decision many parents face every year.
Dressing tiny defenseless babies in costumes is cruel and unusual punishment.
Shoppers are staring. Spaghetti sauce is covering aisle 6 ... (sigh) and my shoes. His siren-like scream has moms from three counties speed-dialing Child Protective Services. He flails his body, hits his head, and screams louder. The moms who haven't called for backup are giving me "that look." Admit it, you would be, too.
I love sleeping without my children. I love snuggling up to my husband and talking about my sexual fantasies. I love having our own bed, a space for sex and sexuality.