Midweek milk run looks different now that we don’t have a car.
I do well enough most of the time. I used to be agoraphobic, and I still prefer having people over my house than going out. Partly because I have five kids and I loathe having my pack descend upon an unsuspecting friend’s home, and partly because I get nervous when I have to go to new places or put myself into new situations. I am functional. My kids have friends, we participate in field trips and park days. I can venture forth into the wilds of Target or the farmers market to shop and run errands without having a panic attack.
I get to look through the pictures and coo over his tiny hands and wrinkled baby skin. It made me think back to my hospital births with my first four babies, and Henry’s homebirth…[Continue reading...]
Just because you may know people who are taking advantage (or know someone that knows someone) that does not mean there aren’t ten times that many people just struggling to survive. I’m sure every time I swiped my food stamp card with the baby on my hip people looked at me as just another single mom with no baby daddy present, lazy and milking the system because how DARE I not have a job…[Continue reading...]