Hi there! Thanks for stopping by. I’m looking forward to a conversation with fellow “real” parents.
Before I get into that, let me start with a few basics: I’m Stephanie, a 30-something newish mom (I’m in denial that my daughter is 6 weeks away from turning one. ONE.) and corporate communications professional. I guess that makes me a working mom. Here’s my daughter, Vera:
I guess I am also a healthy living blogger – over at Good Health & Great Cheer, I write about being a mom and striving for a healthy balance. The final – and probably most critical – piece of the puzzle is my husband, Mike. He’s pretty great.
We live in Brooklyn Heights – a tiny little village just outside of Cleveland, and possibly the best suburb you’ve never heard of. We’re crammed between Parma, Seven Hills, Independence, Valley View, Brooklyn, Cuyahoga Heights and Cleveland.
Anyway, about the “real parent” thing….here are some things you may want to know about me:
- I’m not a perfect mom, nor do I pretend to be. And though I suspect you’re not a perfect parent either, I won’t judge you if you are or try to be.
- I take the view that sometimes you just have to laugh. Like when I was changing my daughter’s diaper on top of the toilet in the airport bathroom? I was laughing on the inside.
- I am horrible at crafts and decorating, so everything for my daughter’s first birthday party will be ordered online.
- I’m selfish sometimes. I work out 4-5 times per week and yeah that means it’s an extra 45 minutes or so a day I’m not with my daughter, on top of the time I’m at work. But I figure she probably prefers this, since I’m not very fun to be around when I don’t get my exercise in.
- My husband taught me how to iron. I think this is both hilarious and telling.
- I really, really try to not give into the mom guilt. We are all doing it right because we’re doing the best we can.
If any or all of these speak to you, I hope you’ll stick around and join the conversation! Sometimes I think the best thing we can do as parents is help each other laugh at the chaos, chip in to clean up the mess and pass the wine.