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Searching for Sanity: The Most Unhelpful Advice (for me) for being a Productive Stay at Home Mom

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Hi, everyone! Today is more of a rant-y post, so feel free to skip this one if you’re not in the mood.   Everyone (including myself, of course) is just full of advice. No one’s situation is the same, and apparently mine is more unique than most, considering what I’ve read online.   Here are a few of my limitations: I have a toddler who has a mind of her own and fights routine tooth-and-nail I have a job as a caretaker which requires me to be out of my house a couple hours a day I don’t drive, and even if I did, my husband takes our car to work My fellow mommy bloggers have a wealth of advice for others (we wouldn’t have started our blogs otherwise, right?) when it comes to being productive as a stay-at-home mom. Even though I do technically work outside the home, I can take my daughter with me and it’s only 2-3 hours a day, so I do still think of myself as a stay-at-home mom. The first thing everyone and their mother advocates is a morning and nighttime...

Toddler Fun Thursday: Mommy Rant- Episode 1 Independence

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Toddler Fun Tuesday- Mommy Rant Edition Fostering Independence I apologize in advance to anyone I might offend with the following post. Everyone has their own opinions and parenting styles and this is just mine. Feel free to skip past this one. I was always a very independent kid. My mom loves telling the story of my first day of kindergarten when she dropped me off and instead of clinging to her leg, I just took off with barely a “bye, mom!” So naturally, I always thought it was weird when I saw other kids screaming and clinging to their mommies. As an adult, I get a so annoyed when I see parents doing things for their kids that they can do themselves.    I’m the first one to shake my head and think “THIS is exactly why we have adults that think everything should be handed to them” or “THIS is why every time I’m at Walmart some entitled asshole is screaming at the top of her lungs that the line isn’t moving fast enough, and when she gets to the cashier, she’s ...