So I’m almost ashamed to write this. I’m even more so ashamed to admit it to myself. But I learned long ago that burying your head in the sand doesn’t make the problems go away. So here goes… I, Anna Mickerson, am hopelessly and pitifully, addicted to sugar. There it is. I said it. Looking…… Continue reading Addicted
As parents, we’re constantly faced with any number of decisions that need to be made every hour, every minute, every second, of every day. He’s tired and cranky so should I let him take a quick cat nap even though its 6:00pm and his bedtime is at 8pm, so knowing that if I do, he’ll…… Continue reading Yes or No?
This. https://youtu.be/U08XWOx3XYM I can’t even express how much this short video sums up my entire life right now. I will never understand why babies don’t like to sleep. Sleep is such a wonderful thing. I would give my left big toe to be able to sleep whenever and however long I wanted to. So why…… Continue reading Go the F**k to Sleep
Lately, my child has decided that sleeping at night is for chumps. Why sleep when there are so many other interesting things to do like practicing your ABC’s, singing the Sponge Bob Square Pants theme song, trying to pull your socks off, or throwing your blanket onto the floor? Over and over…..and over….and over again??…… Continue reading Mommy Brain
Today I watched my son take his first steps. Oh what a wondrous moment that was for me. As he side-shuffled those five little steps to his daddy’s awaiting arms, I experienced so many emotions. Shock, wonderment, sadness, excitement, anxiety, and elation, to name a few, all at the same time. But as I watched…… Continue reading First Steps
Ok, the title is a little misleading. I wasn’t walking around unknowingly looking like a cue ball but I was serious about one thing. I had no idea my edges were gone until they started growing back! Let me back up a little. My hair was my pride and joy. I’m one of those people…… Continue reading After Pregnancy…I didn’t know I was going bald.
There was a time in my life that whenever I stepped out of the door, I was looking good. Hair done. Cute clothes. A touch of gloss on the lips. A light dusting of eyeshadow to make my eyes look bright and innocent. Heels on. In my mind there was an imaginary fan blowing my…… Continue reading I used to care
Musings of Anna Mickerson 