Jen Simon has worked as a waitress, aerobics instructor, grant writer, nanny, publicist, and artist, and is now playing the part of the stay-at-home mom. You can follow her sleepless ramblings on Twitter at @NoSleepInBklyn.
I’m not going to be a part of history, and that’s OK. Of course, merely by living, we create history every day. Regardless of our intentions, our actions affect others and theirs affect others in…a chain reaction. What I mean, specifically, is that, after a lot of consideration, I’ve decided not to attend the Women’s March in Washington, D.C. the day after the inauguration. Like many people across the nation and the world, I was shocked, horrified, and dismayed when Donald Trump won the presidency. I thought feminism had… >> Read More
My children were sick all night, and it helped me realize how lucky I am. Let me explain.
I’m lucky because I am privileged; I have luxuries other parents don’t. I have a washing machine to…clean the five loads of sheets, towels, and blankets my kids befouled during the night. If I need to do laundry, I do it without a second thought. I don’t have to worry about a spike in my electricity or water bills. And when my toddler covered his special lovey in vomit, he was satiated… >> Read More
It’s hard for me to watch depictions of postpartum depression on TV shows and in movies. The feelings come rushing back to me—helplessness, hopelessness—thinking there would be no end or a way…out. But they’re an important part of the depiction of new motherhood. While many people might know about “Baby Blues,” they don’t know the extent to which postpartum depression can take a hold of someone’s life. Women need to know that those feelings are not shameful or uncommon. Early on in this season of “Girls,”… >> Read More
We went to an indoor water park this weekend, and I had no intention of having my picture taken. I've gained 20 pounds in the last six months; in fact, I had to buy a new bathing suit before we…left. Six months ago, I posted a picture of myself in a bikini on Facebook and wrote an article about it. I posted it because I was skinny. I was skinny because I hadn't been eating. I was in a bad place emotionally and physically, but YAY skinny, right? I'm doing a lot better now.… >> Read More
My first brush with fame was in kindergarten when my drawing of a wobbly-looking menorah was published in our local newspaper, the Kansas City Star. Mine was the token Jewish option of the four…children’s holiday drawings. But, hey, out of all the entrees featuring misshapen menorahs and blocky dreidels, mine was the chosen one. >> Read More
It seems like every week or so, a different Mommy blogger writes an article about how she was initially unhappy when she discovered the sex of her baby. Not always, but usually, she’s…upset because the baby isn’t a girl. The article goes like this: the writer expresses her disappointment, her love of pink, and then her eventual acceptance and adoration of her son. What never seems to get explored is why so many of us care what we’re having, and why so many of us want girls.… >> Read More
When you announce you’re about to have a child, the first thing everyone wants to do (after wishing you congratulations) is give you advice. And for many people, that advice is to make “mom…friends." It’s essential, I was told, to have someone to share poop and sleep and nursing horror stories with; to know someone who was going through the same challenges I was going through at the same time. It seemed to make sense, but how would I find these elusive “mom friends"? At the time, I… >> Read More
It took me a long time to admit it, but I’m the person everyone has been talking about. I’m the person who uses Facebook as a world-wide picture sharing site, a 21st century baby brag…book. It’s me; I’ve “ruined” Facebook for the cool kids. I wasn’t always this type of person. In fact, before I turned into me, I used to hate people like me. You know the people I’m talking about: the kind of people who post funny things their kids say (or things they think are funny),… >> Read More