My girls don’t date. They are all under the age of 14 and one’s an infant so I don’t think I’m being a strict parent. Really, what’s the point of it? If you say some boy is your boyfriend, it’s not like you are going on dates.

The point of this post isn’t to talk about that though. I am using dating boys to segue into what I really wanted to write about. I want to talk about sexual preference because, recently, my 9 year old daughter came to me in tears because she thought she was bisexual.

After a recent trip while required to wear a mouth covering, I feel compelled to say something.

Firstly, I fucking hate masks. They are uncomfortable and hot. I get anxiety breathing in them.

I don’t know if it’s a common thing or not but when I was little, I used to lay in bed at night and think about dying. The idea of death terrified me. I’d like to think this is normal, but I’m not sure. I wasn’t exactly a normal kid.

There are probably a million good things about having just one child. I can say this confidently because I have 3 kids. Jokes aside, all 3 of my girls are wonderful humans that I cannot imagine life without. However, there are definitely A LOT of positives about sticking to just one offspring. 

Such as the fact that you never have to worry about keeping the playing field even. You don’t have to count the number of Christmas presents and ensure they are equal. You don’t have to constantly try to split your time and attention between more than one child. With just one child, you can buy all the things – your only worries being that you might spoil your kid or go poor. Your attention can circle them like the planet does the sun because you don’t have to worry about playing favorites. They are your favorite. 

But when you procreate more than once, I think it’s inevitable that you will worry about making things equal.

Being a mom to a newborn is definitely a confusing role. One part of you cherishes each and every moment. You luxuriate in the sweet baby smell, soft skin, utter neediness, and tiny grunts and coo’s. Your heart aches with their cries. You orbit them like Earth does the Sun. They are your entire world and you cannot imagine life without them in it anymore.

BUT, on the flip side, their cries irritate your sleep-deprived mind. You shush and shush without soothing them and feel like you might be on the brink of madness. They want to nurse constantly and you cannot do anything with yourself besides sit there like a glorified cow.

Evangeline came into this world 3 weeks earlier than expected. Legitimately the only woman in this family to be early for anything, lol. She’s our third daughter and my pregnancy with …