"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
“Sex after kids is the best sex,” said no one, ever. That’s not to say kids themselves have any control over their parents’ sex lives, but I think we can all agree that it’s pretty easy for libido to morph into libi-DON’T once the pitter patter of little feet begins to fill the halls of our homes.
"Imagine a life uncorrupted by screens. And imagine a vigorous family life where crazy adventurous boredom ruled the halls instead of a glowing rectangle. It’s not only time to limit our kids use of screens. It’s also time to kill parenting from the couch, get crazy, and help ignite the imaginations that will shape the future."
