— StefaNikolic/E+/Getty Images I am running full-speed down my street in nothing but my nightgown and slippers, my breasts flailing around like two warring tether balls. I turn and yell “Run faster!” at my daughter, who is openly weeping at my side. This is not a scene from an apocalyptic nightmare. This is just the...
— LPETTET/E+/Getty Images It’s as much a tradition as taking a first-day-of-school photo with a chalkboard: bitching about the car line at school. I’ll be the first one to admit that I’ve huffed my way around the car line circle, throwing my hands up at parents who get out of the car to open their...
— damircudic/E+/Getty Images My daughter Indy was born at 34 weeks, and after a traumatic birth, she was admitted to the NICU. I immediately went into hyper-vigilance mode, gathering all of the information, following every direction, and taking whatever steps were needed to help her get healthy. After she was released from the hospital and...
— The Mom Room / TikTok I have a friend who works from home. She holes up in her office upstairs while her kids roam around on the main level being watched by a nanny or a grandparent. Despite having help during the day, she still hears every cry. Every whine. Every argument between her...