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I’m Like That OBGYN
I keep getting asked, “Where have you been? What happened to the blog? Why haven’t you been writing on it?” To which I reply, “I’m like that OBGYN.” Anyone else remember that Friends episode? I was functioning like the OBGYN who spends all day looking at vaginas, comes home, and doesn’t want to see another vagina because frankly there can be too much of a good thing. So for me, writing crap all day sucked whatever juice I had. I couldn’t turn to the blog and focus any energy on it. It was the equivalent of a vagina. This blog is my vagina. (Is anyone else impressed by how many…
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I’m Gonna be Honest– My Two-Year-Old Still Doesn’t Sleep Through The Night
Hi, my name is Chelsey. And I have a two-year-old who doesn’t sleep through the night. I know there are other mama’s out there struggling with this same problem so let me take the heat. Let me be the face. I am going to drop all pretense of pretending that my son sleeps in his own bed, every night, through the night. Because folks—it just ain’t true. This is my third child and if I have learned anything through my parenting journey it is that every child is different. You can be the same parent, using the same tools on three different children, and none of them will react the…
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Sharing Your Thoughts On Social Media
I was having lunch with friends this weekend and the conversation naturally shifted to the inevitable– the state of our affairs in the United States right now. We each conveyed our usual, I know can you believe what’s going on with the Supreme Court? What happens if Roe v Wade is overturned? Did you hear that Trump and Putin are finally meeting in public? While we were each settled into silently contemplating our fate as a nation, one friend mused aloud, I have cut down how many things I share on Facebook. I am basically sharing things that all of my friends agree with anyway. I am not changing anyone’s mind.…
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Perhaps Our Differences Aren’t As Big As You Would Think…
There is a line in the sand. On one side the grains are painted blue, flecked with a bluejay vibrancy that is striking and beautiful. The other is painted red; it is deep and royal. Grand, even. I gravitate more towards the left– I recognize more similarities over there. I see my mother. I see my father. I see men and women whom I have long admired. But I see you, too, over on the other side. I recognize that this score in the ground has made us feel pitted against each other. It divides us. This line shouts out nasty things like baby killer and homophob. It highlights our…
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UPDATE
Oh hey, old friends. I’m sorry I haven’t been writing. Well, I have been writing, just for someone besides myself. In an effort to pursue writing goals I fell into a job, which led to another job, which led to another job– and all of a sudden I realized I was somewhere that I didn’t want to be. I was sitting there in my pajamas, three kids circling my desk like hungry sharks when a notice from my editor popped on to the screen. It said, “Please remove all political content from this piece.” To be fair to the editor, I was writing for an entertainment news site. Their specialty…
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We Must Do Better
Authorities are reporting yet another school this morning. The latest incident, in Sante Fe, Texas, is just another name to add the growing list. Ten innocent people were shot and killed. How many more will it take? Primary elections are beginning across the country– regardless of your party affiliation, for the love of everything that is good and decent in the world PLEASE PAY ATTENTION to whether or not the candidates you are voting for are willing to fight for stricter gun regulations. I have friends and family who are not sure that gun control is the right solution. They are worried that this is a slippery slope to liberals taking…
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The Struggles Of Being A WAHM…Or Maybe Just A Mom In General
I work from home. And let me tell you– the struggle is real. Even the acronym sounds sad— WAHM. It sounds like a mom— who is crying. I feel like I am failing on all fronts. If I don’t play with my kids because I have a project due– FAIL. If I don’t further my career, and instead let it sit idle– FAIL. If my house cleaner, who has come only twice, looks at me with pity and threatens to resign because my house is just “too dirty”– FAIL. I’m going to be honest. I am struggling. I am struggling to be happy while I am being torn apart by…
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March For Our Lives, Downtown San Diego
This past weekend my family attended March For Our Lives in downtown San Diego. It was an incredible turnout (they are estimating about 10,000) and it was a blessing to be a part of something that was so much bigger than myself. This was also a way to teach my children about the power they have to change the world they live in. I am so proud of all of the participants but especially of the teens who showed up and shouted out their message loud and clear. They are finding a peaceful way to protest {the lack of} current gun legislation while inspiring the rest of us…
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Why I Will Be Marching
My six-year-old came home from kindergarten and told me that something exciting had happened in school. “Mommy,” she said began animatedly, “today we got to hide in the bathroom!” My stomach dropped. I knew very quickly where this story was going. I sat in the front seat of the car, driving us home from school, crying quietly behind my sunglasses as she explained further. “We all went into the bathroom and we turned out the light! We had to be very quiet and listen for further constructions.” People–this situation is out of control. We are spiraling. And as much as I have cared about this issue before, it has never…
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A Mother’s Plea For Sensible Gun Control
https://www.facebook.com/MomsDemandAction/ https://www.sandyhookpromise.org/