The Hardest Part About Parenting

and why no one talks about it.

Photo by Arwan Sutanto on Unsplash

At 9:37 p.m. last night, I was looking up the best way to clean red food coloring out of carpet. An hour before that I was feeling like super mom. Dinner was done and cleaned up, and after putting my infant daughter to bed, I tucked in my five-year-old son and waited. Ten minutes passed and all was quiet in the house.




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Ashley Shannon

Ashley Shannon

Thirty something queer mom of two, one with autism. Lover of sushi, coffee, and wine. Living a life of travel. Top Writer

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