My name is Courtney, and I am somebody’s mother. Two somebodies actually. This is only remarkable because sometimes I barely feel capable of taking care of myself. But neither kid has run away yet, so I must be doing ok, right?
I have a smart, wonderful three-year-old daughter, who challenges me nearly every second of every day; and a sweet baby boy, who also seems to be a robot that doesn’t require sleep. In addition to working as a zookeeper, chef, cleaning-lady, therapist, chauffer, boo-boo-kisser, activities director, sanitation worker, first rate negotiator and world class juggler, I also am a freelance writer.
If you came here for answers, you must be lost. But perhaps I could interest you in a sarcastic comment, or just a shoulder to cry on? I am not a celebrity, therapist, doctor, trained caregiver, or even very cool. But I am totally open, brutally honest, and someone who knows that when it comes to being a parent, your greatest weapon is your sense of humor. Oh yeah, also I used to be a bartender so I can make a kick-ass drink.
Parenthood is a journey, and this is mine.