I am Sarah Cottrell and I am Housewife Plus. I started writing for Scary Mommy back in 2014 when I caused a bit of a stir over an essay describing my struggles with being the mom who yells. Since then, I have become a Scary staff member and I’ve published more than 100 articles and counting with their marvelous editorial team. Every once in a while, I will share an opinion that gets readers commenting like crazy. Here are ten examples of red hot posts that caused quite a stir.
It’s true. I really do. When I first became pregnant eons ago, I decided that our home would be the kind of place where creativity would be encouraged and valued. At the time, I didn’t quite know how I would do that. I just knew that art could be a gateway activity to learning, which was and remains the ultimate goal…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
The moment a woman announces to the world that she is expecting, she apparently becomes public property. People say rude things to her like, “Did you mean to get pregnant?” They ask her inappropriate personal questions like, “Are you going to have a natural birth or schedule it?” And they even have the gall to arrogantly make decisions for her like, “Oh, you can’t eat that while pregnant. I read about that online.” It is this last point that especially chaps my hide…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
Make the conversation get bigger as they get bigger. The concept of keeping your hands to yourself does not change as you become an adult, but maybe the language does a little. Say, “If she says no, then step back.” Say, “If she wants just a kiss, then leave it at that.” Say, “If she said to stop calling her or texting her, then show her the respect that you would want and leave her be.” Say, “Even if she was rude to you, harsh to you, ghosted you, whatever, you do not have the right to smack talk her to your friends.”…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
WOUND UP PARENT SYNDROME (WUPS): A state in which a parent is flustered by her/his children to the point of wanting to scream, run away, speak in tongues, send the offending child to Abu Dabi to live withNermil, or drink. This generalized condition of parental disbelief is often characterized by boiling blood, pulsing veins in the forehead, premature gray hair, a complete loss for words, exhaustion, and an acute and comprehensive existential crisis…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
When my husband and I began to tell friends and family that we are expecting our third child, we were pretty sure that the number one response would be something along the lines of “Did you mean to?” I mean, to be fair, we’re basically elderly in maternity terms…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
Listen, I totally get it. Sometimes life gets way out of hand and you forget to respond to silly little things like invitations, right? I mean, what is this, the Spanish Inquisition? Of course, no one will be upset if you sweep your manners under the rug just this once. It’s not like it really matters that you didn’t RSVP. The hostess (Oh! Ha! That’s me!) probably didn’t even notice…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
Last Thursday night, I stayed up late dying pasta six different colors and collecting bottle caps, yarn, googly eyes and buttons so that my 5-year-old could finish his homework—homework that is intended to draw the family together to learn with our child. Over the weekend, I emptied a coin jar and spent a very frustrating hour explaining and re-explaining sorting methods. Last night, I cut out a number line and two monsters and played a math game that went on for hours because the kids had figured out how to turn it into a chasing and hitting game…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
It finally happened. I met that mystical creature known as Cool Mom at the local park and we exchanged numbers. I had heard of this rare phenomenon happening before, but never thought it would happen to me. Meeting other moms who I would want to hang out with is so much like dating that just thinking about it makes me nervous…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
It was 1987 and my mother drove a Renault Encore the color of rust. It was small, ugly and always breaking down. I was old enough to understand that this car was embarrassing, and I would force my mother to drop me off a full block away from school so that everyone would think I walked…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.
Are you a homebody mom? This is not to be confused with being a lazy mom or an anxious and anti-social mom. Homebody mom just really loves being home where she is comfortable and where sweatpants and ponytails are fashion forward. On a typical day the homebody mom will face at least one of these annoying struggles…click here to read the rest of the original article that appeared on Scary Mommy.