Due to my firstborn's shoulder surgery halfway across the country, I had the rare opportunity to have a week of downtime. In between sleepless nights and ice packs and pain meds, I read, spent an obnoxious amount of time on social media, and ate a ton of fast food. I brought three books with me: The last graduate by Naomi Novik , Screwtape letters by C.S. Lewis , and Creating change through Humanism by Roy Speckhardt . I chose the first because it is a library book and I am DYING to finish it as it is the sequel to Deadly education, which left on a wicked cliffhanger. I chose the Screwtape letters because I read it as a kid and remember it being weirdly entertaining and I grabbed the Humanism book because a friend lent it to me. I made quite a bit of progress with Deadly education. It is one of quite a few sequels that I have read lately that is better than the first. I never picked up Screwtape letters but I did poke around at the Humanist book and spoiler alert, I think I am a H
Since my firstborn is off to college, I thought I would resurrect a post from my old Badmamma blog circa 2011. He is such an amazing kid and has always done things his own way. We may butt heads but I have so much respect for him and I love watching him work hard and accomplish so much. Enjoy! For as long as I can remember, I have been a doormat. I don't know why and I don't want to know why. All I know is that I don't want my children to be doormats. So what do I do when we are faced with any kind of confrontation? I tell my kids to give in and walk away. It is just easier. My husband, on the other hand, is confident and strong-willed. I like to believe we complement each other and bring the sort of balance needed to this well-oiled machine that is our relationship. One day, a little friend was visiting our house and asked my son, 7 years old at the time, to dismantle some sled/plow machine he had created so that she could use the sled, (I wish I had a picture of