Harmony Hobbs is a freelance writer who navigates the waters of motherhood without any grace or finesse whatsoever. She began her blog (Modern Mummy Madness) because writing costs zero dollars and therapy costs a lot of dollars, and has continued to self-medicate by writing down all the things that she can't say out loud. Harmony is a fan of coffee, wine, and very sturdy undergarments, and can be found on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.
Now that I’ve actually experienced it, I’m much less judgmental of other parents who seem incapable of giving their children space.
I don't smack to hurt. I smack to get my kids' attention.
There aren’t many practical guides on this topic -- probably because everyone who is living it is too busy surviving to tell other parents how to do it.
By the time we’re done with that horsesh*t, I usually don’t want to speak to him anymore, let alone sit across the table from him for an hour.
Nothing pisses me off more than an unresponsive spouse.
I was adrift, and maybe I still am, a little bit. But not everything is out of my control.